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letra de pimpin - goonew

[intro: goonew]
goonrich, n-gg-
ayy manny, this joint crank, fool
james bond with the glock, know how to shoot
pop me a percocet, don’t f-ck with boof
givenchy on me when i hop out the coupe
spizzle go crazy
uh

[verse 1: goonew]
ar-15, this a roadblock
dirty my cup, need a cold pop
i’m in la like i’m 2pac
balenci’ my feet with the red at the bottom
uh, i need the stars in the car
uh, talkin’ ’bout wraith with the stars
beat up the block, servin’ auntie the drop
the pot hot, boy, the kitchen is raw
sippin’ on lean, had a long day
pop me a xan’, throw the pain away
n-gg-s be rappin’, these n-gg-s be cappin’
wrap it and send it and send ’em a package
rap n-gg-, we gon’ take his plate
cook a n-gg-, benihana and steak
homicide, homicide to the safe
all these tattoos, scars on my face, uh
they call me goonwick and they call me goonew
i stomp on they neck, b-tch, i’m stompin’ on you
don’t need no new friends, gotta watch how i move
uh, goonrich
come on your block, b-tch, i’m runnin’ that sh-t
scr-pin’ that pot, put my thumb in the dish
when i’m in the kitchen, crack the window and sh-t
i be sippin’ lean, give a f-ck ’bout a b-tch
smackin’ hoes, goonwick, i’m a pimp
i got b-tches and they call me goonwick
i got b-tches and they call me goonrich
i got b-tches, uh
i got b-tches and they call me goonwick
slid with pistols, yeah, you know i’ma hit
hah, ooh, goonrich
i got b-tches, yeah, they call me a pimp
goonwick, goonwick, got them hoes in the vip
i got b-tches, got the sauce, got the drip
ain’t pimpin’ n-gg-, but them hoes on my d-ck
uh, goonwick

[interlude: lil gray]
ayy, goon
what’s up with your b-tches, boy?
i got some b-tches too
they young, too many of ’em

[verse 2: lil gray]
so many hoes, eeny miny moe
she jump out her clothes when she see the dough
retired the nine, .40 on the road
send six to your mind ’cause i want some smoke
shooter just bad but now i’m bringing hope
used to see me and laugh, now your pockets a joke
sh-t was harder to match, now i’m playing with cash
think that i’m going back, now you making me laugh
too many b-tches, i could throw an oop
feds come get you, you gon’ tell the truth
mikey with me, i’m gon’ tell him shoot
i stay with white just like your cleanest tooth
k!ll every beat, it’s like i’m dylan roof
i choke your b-tch, the d-ck came with a noose
b-tch, i’m from coupe, militant like a troop
b-tch, let’s get this sh-t hot like i’m makin’ some soup
i’ve been in it, you known to go higher
the anxieties need to end me, go the days of our lives
i might empty out the semi, just depend on your side
f-ck it, work hard on you with the handy four-five
try, then you die, i just hit two times
disrespect don’t fly, you get shot ’cause you high
you get crossed any time like a young ai
tryna ball on these n-gg-s ’til they cut off the lights
ar-15 and it came with the sight
twenty shooters and one came with a knife
f-ck your b-tch, i know i’m givin’ her life
f-ck your b-tch, i know i’m givin’ her life
instead i might just serve a p with my eye
lil gray grim reaper, all i need is a scythe
ayy, ayy, i want that b-tch ’cause she nice

- goonew

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