Gutta - Miss Me

It's Woppy bitch
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
Wit the hating shit can miss meeeeee, you can miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me

Pussy nigga tried to diss meee, the nigga dissin
Cuz his shorty tried to kiss meeeee, I let her kiss it
Told my nigga what the lick reeeeead you know I'm wit it
He just put me on a semiiiii, & that bitch wicked
Mixin henny wit the simplyyyy I love the lemon
My new baby tryna tempt meeeee, she know my limits
Sendin pictures of her tooshieee she won't me in it
Purple buds all in the kushieeee, I call it grimace
I don't think that ima sinner but I know that I been sinning
Ima take y'all out to dinner celebrate how we been winning
I was trappin in December I ain't care if it was windy
Trappin all throughout the winter, I got tired a scrapin pennies
Idk if it's Givonchy or the shit pronounced givenchy
All I know is I'ma cop it cuz ima tired a wearin fendi
I got Louie on my boxers, see it when I up the glizzy
Beat her box up like a boxer, eat her up like I'm at bennies

They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
Wit the hating shit can miss meeeeee, you can miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me

Run up on me that shit riskyyy, it's really risky
Cuz my trigger finger itchyyyy
My shit be itchy
My bitch text my phone like dick meee she won't the dicky
My lil baby she so pickyy, but she still picked me
I be ridin round the cityyyyy, it's me & Juski
Told my camera man to film meeeee this shit a movie
Pussy nigga try to kill meeeee I up the uzi
All my friends are dead fareal Geeeee I feel like uzi
Everyday I got the toolie, cuz these niggaz act like moolies
No I do not talk to fooly, don't know why he say he knew me
Yea my gang is hella groovy, got me feeling like I'm Hitla
& my bitches hella bourgeois they don't drink all types a liquor
Every bitch wit me a dime piece
I put VVs in my time piece
That's my blood that nigga slimey
I ain't a blood, but I'm still grimey

They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
All the hating shit can miss meeeeee, you can miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeeee, they miss me
They miss meeeeeee, they miss me

Written by:
Christian Dixon

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