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Goon Music Lyrics - Artist : Max B
[Max B:]
Gain green, we wavy Money we holding Them bitches, we fucks them Until their pussies is swollen Ten thousand tickets Got caught with a blunt Fuck it, I paid it I park anywhere I want-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh It ain't hard to tell You ain't fuckin' with Bigavell Still on the billion dollar bail Wait, do some other shit Motherfuckers is coming quick Biga Daddy, I want it, never flip I want it, never hit hit cause they thirsty Tryna jerk me but you missed out Mami got her tits out, papi got the 6 out That's not papi, that's Velli Clear out, clear the route when I come through 'Bout to steal the show from the big names on your bill Let me show you what we next to kill, sex appeal Bitches love the dick, they can't help it Margarine stick on your tongue, mami I'm melting You're welcome Who helped him? Beat past me, I was fast Nigga but you lack class Black mask, gloves for the robbery, do this shit in and out Many packages I be sending out Gain green, we wavy Money we holding Them bitches, we fucks them Until their pussies is swollen Ten thousand tickets Got caught with a blunt Fuck it, I paid it I park anywhere I want-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh [French Montana:] We spend what you made, three times that Niggas wrinkle up they face on the detox that Ask Dre, I got detox wrapped in my whip off top Yeah homie, I freestyled that And yeah I see the hate, but I see past that Man niggas can't copy, my shit [?] Matter fact, nigga get with or get rolled over On the grind, can't get a day sober Break's over, goon music takeover Cocaine and that coke wave makeover I done seen real niggas fold over When the pressure on tight niggas tellin' on sight Like Biggo, bricks in vehicle Montana, head crack [?] It's two thangs, I'm a shooter like Luol Deng Goon music, top of the food chain Max is wavy, Grease be rollin' Nigga take your dough, fuck them hoes Take your time Goon music baby, picture me rollin' Homie take your dough, fuck them hoes Take your time [Dame Grease:] Let me tell you 'bout a real OG Harlem boy just born in to move keys I rob and I steal, I kill at will The boy used to get her often, always known for flossing Fucked up a few mill, watch him make a billy back Known as a gangsta, I'ma sell these where it's really at New York City, grind and we gritty [?] up on the school tracks, always make a few stacks [Meeno:] Got them bricks, them bundles, them P's What a nigga thought they wasn't gon' see me? Please, I go off on beats like these Keep a hoodrat with a pocket full of cheese Grease told me come on, mama I made it When Bigavelli come on, he make it so wavy I'ma let the gun off, let the drummer drum off I got to go but Snaps 'bout to come on [E-Snaps:] Tell everybody look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No it's me motherfucker, I'm a G motherfucker Feel good to be E, that's me, word to mother Get up in that ass for all sorts of cash Y'all know when it's problems handle it like Nash Ain't worried 'bout the problems, automatics will blast him I'm a goon slash gorilla, bazooka straight through ya I do ya, tell your boys papi did it to ya |
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