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letra de still servin - goonew

[intro]
huh, yeah
goonrich urkel, n-gg-
what? hah, what? sheah
he said what?
i’m the…
hah, i’m the god of this sh-t, n-gg-

[verse]
f-ck on that b-tch and i’m f-ckin’ her face
catch me a body, i’m beatin’ that case
i’m doin’ that race like lil’ tay k
i’m sippin’ on wock’ and i had a good day
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch, look at his face
i’m servin’ the rocks, i serve every day
i slide on his block and i slide in a wraith
they yellin’ out goonrich with the vent
i’m trappin’ like all day, every day
free all my n-gg-s that’s trapped in the cage
they callin’ me goon vick in the a
my dawgs keep bitin’, had to put ’em in a cage
oops, he dead, i shot him in the face
goonwick sendin’ shooters every day
graow, boom, i shot him in the face
i’m trappin’ with cuz, whippin’ all the yay
i popped me a perc’ and i’m high, outer sp-ce
i overdose on the wock’ every day
yeah, i’m f-ckin’ b-tches, yeah, state to state
cook up the dope while i’m servin’ auntie yay
beat up the block, now i need a k
shh, the feds are running away
goonrich, n-gg-, took her on a date
stuck in the trap, whippin’ forward to an a
run down on the strip, he a lame
goonwick got the water, got the drink
your n-gg-s dyin’, you ain’t postin’ this sh-t
i’m catchin’ bodies from the creek to the city
i post on the block, still get it sent
i’m layin’ it up and i dunk on that b-tch
i got a lil’ bad b-tch, thirty-six
clean terrorist b-tch, got a cool pretty b-tch
uh, uh, i got that drop
i got the junkies comin’ for the crawl
call me chris paul, i’m p-ssin’ off the rock
sippin’ that wockhardt in that pop
f-ckin’ that b-tch, i had her use a c-ck
trap out the loft, still sell the rock
buy me a mansion and a car
catch me a body, lawyer fee a wock’
uh, goonrich on that goon sh-t
i catch you down bad, i’m givin’ you the full clip
they thought it was sweet, i slide up in a cool whip
i shot at your brother, had a news clip
f-ck all that bullsh-t, let’s do it
shout out to waka flocka, oh, let’s do it
i got a new glock but i shot the uzi
i catch me a stain, caught him in an uber
i’m rockin’ givenchy, i ain’t rockin’ coogi
she cute face and she had a lil’ booty
i’m smokin’ og, a n-gg- smokin’ hookah
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch, i hit her in the uber
pop me a perc’, a xan’, i might lose it
designer drugs, yeah, i’m feelin’ real booted
hundreds and fifties, spend it on her booty
i bought her some t-tties, now i call her tipsy
we ain’t watchin’ no power, took you to the movies
i slide in a honda civic like i’m stupid
i’m goonrich urkel, had to break on her c–n
yeah this a slow beat so it’s coolin’
still in the hood robbin’ n-gg-s clueless
stinky lil’ b-tch, i kick her out the room
too many shooters, ain’t no f-ckin’ losers
she said it was real, had to feel her booty

- goonew

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