Gat Damn (Explicit)
Freddie Gibbs"Gat Damn (Explicit)" is a song by Freddie Gibbs, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:48 long and contains 53 lines and 454 words.
Lyrics
0:00Freddie Gibbs、Madlib - Gat Damn
0:02Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah
0:08Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah
0:14Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah
0:19Yeah this s**t n**ga for real though yeah
0:23Man I miss my n**ga Greg pour some liquor yeah yeah
0:25I got homies in the feds free my n**gas yeah yeah
0:29I just wrapped a hundred cash zipped it in the air
0:31Yeah yeah
0:31I'ma go f**k up a bag know that ho can’t stand that
0:34Yeah I got shooters but I'm duckin' shooters
0:36Pop ’em up they hit the homie sister guess we both the loser
0:40Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger
0:42I can't move the same I gotta readjust how I maneuver
0:45I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
0:48A million in the bank I used to dream about it
0:51No heat up in the whip I used to sleep up out it
0:54Up in the morning whippin' c**aina 'bout it yeah yeah
0:57I got bags ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah
1:00Time to blast ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah
1:03Let that yayo dry on the table droppin' fat slabs
1:05Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship they like Goddamn
1:08Ah goddamn I'm callin’Lam’
1:10MoneyGram go send the bail I'm in a jam
1:13In the jail I’m in the cell can't see the fam
1:16Say my prayers alhamdulillah no bacon ham
1:19Bacon ham and cold salami that's all they serve us
1:22Stomach hurtin' the devil working but I ain’t nervous
1:24Beat the verdict but lost a milli' guess life ain't perfect
1:27Whippin' birdies the devil working but I ain't nervous
1:30I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
1:33A million in the bank I used to dream about it
1:36No heat up in the whip I used to sleep up out it
1:39I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it
1:42Yeah yeah
1:42I got bags ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah
1:45We can blast ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah
1:48Let that yayo dry on the table droppin' fat slabs
1:51Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship they like Goddamn
1:55Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah
2:01Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah
2:06Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah
2:12Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah
2:17Yeah see man free that n**ga yeah yeah
2:23Hot dog uh
2:25Free my n**ga yeah yeah
2:28I know how it be man
2:31You know pent down in that motherf**ker yeah
2:38I remember I was on on bail and s**t
2:41You know what I'm sayin'
2:43This this damn the beat ran out
2:47f**k it that's enough right there
2:48f**k it I ain't even gotta talk no s**t
Freddie Gibbs、Madlib - Gat Damn Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah Yeah this s**t n**ga for real though yeah Man I miss my n**ga Greg pour some liquor yeah yeah I got homies in the feds free my n**gas yeah yeah I just wrapped a hundred cash zipped it in the air Yeah yeah I'ma go f**k up a bag know that ho can’t stand that Yeah I got shooters but I'm duckin' shooters Pop ’em up they hit the homie sister guess we both the loser Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger I can't move the same I gotta readjust how I maneuver I reminisce that feeling when I think about it A million in the bank I used to dream about it No heat up in the whip I used to sleep up out it Up in the morning whippin' c**aina 'bout it yeah yeah I got bags ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah Time to blast ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah Let that yayo dry on the table droppin' fat slabs Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship they like Goddamn Ah goddamn I'm callin’Lam’ MoneyGram go send the bail I'm in a jam In the jail I’m in the cell can't see the fam Say my prayers alhamdulillah no bacon ham Bacon ham and cold salami that's all they serve us Stomach hurtin' the devil working but I ain’t nervous Beat the verdict but lost a milli' guess life ain't perfect Whippin' birdies the devil working but I ain't nervous I reminisce that feeling when I think about it A million in the bank I used to dream about it No heat up in the whip I used to sleep up out it I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it Yeah yeah I got bags ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah We can blast ho is you f**kin' with me yeah yeah Let that yayo dry on the table droppin' fat slabs Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship they like Goddamn Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah Yeah pour some liquor yeah yeah Yeah free my n**gas yeah yeah Yeah see man free that n**ga yeah yeah Hot dog uh Free my n**ga yeah yeah I know how it be man You know pent down in that motherf**ker yeah I remember I was on on bail and s**t You know what I'm sayin' This this damn the beat ran out f**k it that's enough right there f**k it I ain't even gotta talk no s**t
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