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letra de goon season 6 - dezzy chamberland

[verse 1]
let a n-gga say he got a problem semi or revolver, i’ll have him praying to god when he really need a doctor
my momma said i should chill, think about the momma’s who losing a son because he was talking and wasn’t proper i’m hotter than a sauna in the hottest day in august in nevada, too much pimp c so these hoes ain’t getting nada
i swear these rappers chips that’s word to erica strata,you can’t even pay rent but you got gucci and prada
when it comes to putting words together i’m a problem, these n-ggas claiming they goat asim el chupacabra
need a b-tch like dolly parton who’s out chasing that dollar, she want me to swing my bat and i bust her like a piñata
on these records i’m the truest when in person i’m the coolest, i can’t even wear short pants cause your girl she gon’ be drooling broads tell me hit it raw sorry shawty i ain’t foolish, gotta put a hat on my head sort of like i was jewish
you talking how you do it but your units isn’t moving, tell the dj run it back imma show you how to do this
why you even making music quite frankly you sounding stupid,cut your cerebellum off and play hockey with your medulla pay attention if you listen you’ll see that i have a vision of thoughts, evil intentions with lines like a c0ked fisherman 3 in the morning my girls tripping i’m just getting in,3:15 she tripping cause i just dipped again
gotta get this money by any means f-ck my enemies, they steady watching hating what i do wasting energy
jealousy never entered me as a stupid teen, i’m steady living life so you n-ggas just wanna envy me
k!lling this beats it’s a murder scene tie dye, make your blue blood red now your tee’s burgundy
getting this dough so these n-ggas they wanna murder me,hitting these hoes now all they friends heard of me
i’m up in the booth i’m spitting i lost a tooth,and i just ran out of lean d-mn we got an emergency
used to have a shotty in the trenches while we running through the trenches, then we hopping over fences then your body end up missing
and my people tried to warn you but dog you didn’t listen,now i’m chopping off your fingers and i’ll send it to your misses then i gotta call my b-tch and get a back rub and a samich,and that p-ssy so good i swear it’s from another planet
she my main squeeze so i call her tropicana,and she go down stairs like banana in pajamas
put her on her back and put her legs to the ceiling,and i bet ill make her scream like i’m michael and she janet

- dezzy chamberland

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