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letra de goer - 41, tata, kyle richh & jenn carter

[intro: kyle richh]
4zz (like, grrah, like, grrah)

[chorus: kyle richh & tata]
new opp in the lineup, roll up the weed and it’s stinkin’ (like, d-mn)
fl!ck the beam on his brain, now we can see what he’s thinkin’ (yes)
’42 what i’m drinkin’ (word), give, give crane, my patience shrinkin’ (nah)
grrah, she wanna hop in a back seat, this is a blackie, never a lincoln (like, d-mn)
grrah, she wanna know when we linkin’ (yes), i can’t wife it, i know she a goer, woah
ice on my neck, i’m polar
took a pill, now i’m movin’ slower, d-mn

[verse 1: tata]
she told me, “back out b-n-r”, way too fast, i don’t even know her (never)
smoke too much weed, i’m a stonеr, she want me and her with a strollеr, never
backshots, shorty bipolar, i go backshots, grabbin’ her shoulders (baow)
“don’t tell no one”, that’s what i told her, backshots, breakin’ her sh-t like a boulder (baow)
breakin’ her sh-t, i’m a savage, milf said come hit her up when i’m older (baow)
i play with the p-ssy like poker, she tell me i’m crazy like joker (baow)
she say i’m joker, i’m way too high off this sh-t, barely breathin’
b-tch, i want a new daytona, i’ma keep smokin’ this weed, i’m steamin’ (baow, baow, baow)

[chorus: kyle richh & tata]
grrah, new opp in the lineup, roll up the weed and it’s stinkin’ (like, d-mn)
fl!ck the beam on his brain, now we can see what he’s thinkin’ (yes)
’42 what i’m drinkin’ (word), give, give crane, my patience shrinkin’ (nah)
grrah, she wanna hop in a back seat, this is a blackie, never a lincoln (like, d-mn)
grrah, she wanna know when we linkin’ (yes), i can’t wife it, i know she a goer, woah
ice on my neck, i’m polar
took a pill, now i’m movin’ slower
[verse 2: jenn carter & kyle richh]
i’m in atlanta, all black, low exposure
g on my body, no need for a holster
d-mn, all in her donut, homer
like, in my bedroom, the f-ck is composure?
feel like i’m dexta ’cause i am her owner
please do not dap me, i know you a poser
b-tch, we gettin’ more paper than folders
no wonder she keep on sayin’, “come over”
d-mn, can’t get backdoored, b-tch, i know she a goer
30 stick came with a ray, no clover
off a broom, i forget how to blink, and she know that once i’m not sober it’s over
with my chains on, i’m smokin’ and think like, “baby, i might need you, come a lil’ closer”
what? like, d-mn, like, d-mn (grrah)

- 41 tata kyle richh jenn carter

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