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letra de moesha - goonew

moesha lyrics
[intro]
(hey manny, this joint crank, foo’)
yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy, terk, sparkheem)
yeah

[chorus]
i’m in the audi, it go fast
[?] drive, he do the dash
and i’m on the front with the glock in my pants
and i’m off a perc, i’m all in my jam
hannah montana, got white girl
fiend for the glock, b-tch, i’m shootin’ like i’m psycho
trap all night in the loft, get the pounds off
f-ckin’ that b-tch all night with my ice on (uh)
uh, roll down the window and catch us an opp
bah, bah, bah, n-gga, shots out the glock
catch me a body, then switch out the glock
look at the neighbor, she tell and get popped
b-tch i been sellin’ the rock
just give me the stove and a pan, it’s on lock
i got a new gun, got that sh-t out the box
yo’ man on a tee, he got put in a box

[verse]
uh, they thought i was done, but i’m goin’ back in
put that sh-t on the rope, get the ho back in
f-ck this rap sh-t, hundred years for my men
bow-bow-bow-bow, got shot in the chin
shot’s hit, left his ass in the wind
them choppas, they clappin’ b-tches at bliss
i walk in the club and they call me goonwick
the [?], the bottles, we turn up the vip
came in this b-tch with a bag
can’t f-ck with these b-tches, i’m chasin’ a bag
we spin on they block then we switch out the tags
i sit back and left ’cause her p-ssy is trash
she suck on the d-ck then she [?] the [?]
and her brother a sweet, lay bricks in the stash
and i’m [?] the cash
and she walk out the bank, got that sh-t in her bag
shootin’ that glock, woah
choppa hit him, make his ass do the woah
i step on n-ggas, shoot his ass in the throat
ghost glock, it got a beam and a scope
uh, i took that b-tch out to eat
uh, i just might pay for her feet
that b-tch, she too broke, she is cheap
uh, been f-ckin’ her sister for weeks
we spin on your block, boy, shoot, score, block, boy
we flip on your block with them glocks, boy
don’t jump in that water with sharks, boy
f-ck on that b-tch with the red bottoms
rich b-tch, she a head monster
too much money, i’m the man, partner
put a opp on blast, he scared, partner
[chorus]
i’m in the audi, it go fast
[?] drive, he do the dash
and i’m on the front with the glock in my pants
and i’m off a perc, i’m all in my jam
hannah montana, got white girl
fiend for the glock, b-tch, i’m shootin’ like i’m psycho
trap all night in the loft, get the pounds off
f-ckin’ that b-tch all night with my ice on
uh, roll down the window and catch us an opp
bah, bah, bah, n-gga, shots out the glock
catch me a body, then switch out the glock
look at the neighbor, she tell and get popped
b-tch i been sellin’ the rock
just give me the stove and a pan, it’s on lock
i got a new gun, got that sh-t out the box
yo’ man on a tee, he got put in a box

[outro]
(hey manny, this joint crank, foo’)

- goonew

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