letra de g.o.a.t - damjonboi
[intro]
(damjonboi)
[verse]
call my brother b and tell him that i’m on the way
me and dime blowin’ cookie, this sh-t from the bay
it’s so many lame n-ggas in my f-ckin’ way
don’t give a f-ck if we was bool, you n-ggas gotta pay
the game cold, but i got heat for that
how you pourin’ drank without no house? where you sleepin’ at?
they tried to lock us out this b-tch, i got the key for that
don’t talk too crazy ’cause we know where your people at
lost everything around me, been through h-ll and back
hit the club with my brothers just so we can flex
got bored, blew a couple thousand on my neck
tryna argue with a lame, they ain’t gon’ pay no rent
i know who really f-ckin’ with me and i won’t forget
i know how ball was feelin’ when he said, “i want this sh-t”
got a few bad hoes but life ain’t about no b-tch
never catch me in no club without no f-ckin’ stick
my brother stabbed me in the back, some sh-t i won’t forget
i just spent a seven-ball for a pair of kicks
h-ll nah, i ain’t no swiper, i got cash money
n-ggas sick ’cause they heard i signed with fast money
brought this sh-t to texas, heard they got a bag for me
i’m sick n-ggas gettin’ fresh with they last money
n-ggas made this sh-t a job, it was class for me
don’t reach for sh-t in this direction, they gon’ blast for me
biscotti in this russian cream, boy, this real cookie
n-ggas used to be my dogs, now they real p-ssy
on somethin’ real, i’m tryna move my mama to the coast
havin’ dreams i’m in the rari, so i know it’s fours
f-cked a n-gga summer up, he thought he saw a ghost
i got real power in my hood, them boys do the most
i got real k!llers in my family, don’t get too close
one wrong move, trey trey got ’em in a scope
put two thousand to the side and bought my b-tch a coat
i’m the king of the jungle, n-gga, you a roach
k!ller on the other end, we ’bout to drop a four
i just bought a thousand blues, n-gga, i gotta go
hit the club and pour an eight like i ain’t got a show
they hate seven mile n-ggas and we already know
out in cali, me and cas blowin’ out the ‘bow
in benihanas off the sake with my lil’ ho
ayy, i heard n-ggas want some problems
b-tch, we pullin’ up with choppers, black catty like obama
big guns like osama, i don’t get it, what’s the problem?
middle finger to your honor, p-ssy n-gga, free my bloodas
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