Listen to I speak Guapanese by Latruth

I speak Guapanese

Latruth

Hip-Hop/Rap

775 Shazams

Lyrics

I heard you speak English, and you speak French, well I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap, I'll let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me All I know is Guapanese All I know is Guapanese If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me I speak Guapanese, so I gotta squat and see if feds or the jakes on the block when I drop the keys So many knots of cheese, the rats work around the clock, so I keep a Glock to squeeze The packs, hurry down the block From long range, I'm like curry from behind the ark A brick of snow make flurries when you grind the rock I'm trying to make a couple million, stop watching me and get yours I'm always on that bread like poppy seeds Call poppy, tell him cop me like a crop of trees I'm talking piffs so strong that you got to sneeze If you freaky, then I got the E And you can pop him like aspirin if you want, but you ain't cop from me I'm just a rapper, I don't wrestle with the dope fleas I don't know nothing about meth labs or codeine, but I'm so clean, and my flow mean LaTruth a money, clip brick, cause I hold green I heard you speak English, and you speak French Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese If you ain't talking money, then it's not from me All I know is Guapanese All I know is Guapanese If you got money, motherfucker, you can come with me Money's my ambition, niggas should stop bitching Talking to the cops, y'all really should stop snitching All of these belligerent, ignorant folks mimicking Acting like they the generals, throwing them fake subliminals I'ma put an end to you, hollow points into you Put them in a wheelchair, fucking dismember you Saying you the king, gon' get your ass in a sling, and get my ass in a bing I know you gon' sing, wise on your chest Trying to set a nigga up, the AR not far When I spray, you better duck, haze jar in the car About to blaze it in the Dutch, by the time the blunt gone, you see a hater in the dust The razor in his gut, cause he thought he was a goon Animated bitch boy, more like a cartoon Who the fuck want war, with the human gun store I will hit him with the Ruger, leave him on his front porch Yeah, I can bring him drama all sorts With the llama to his bargain, have him leaking nine quarts of blood Niggas been hating on my buzz, cause I'm king of the Carolinas Haters be the judge Yeah, I just wanna make a big fuss Cause my track record so heavy, niggas can't budge Eleven mixtapes in, niggas better hush Put the burner to your turn up, melt your shit like fudge Candy, I don't hold a grudge, I'm dandy Fix a nigga up, with the tool I'm handy Yeah, I ain't gotta pause, no Grammys I don't need applause, I'm still unsigned nigga I'm still on my grind nigga Yeah, y'all niggas riding the pine nigga Yeah, if you ain't speaking Guapanese Motherfucker, it is not for me I heard you speak English, and you speak French Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me All I know is Guapanese All I know is Guapanese If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me Yeah Make sure you have your paper straight man LA Truth to General And I run this rap shit I took a little break, but y'all know what it is man I'll let y'all eat for a second Cause all I know is Guapanese Guapanese
Writer(s): Latruth Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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