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letra de touchdown - goonew

[hook: homicide esco]
pack touch down, we ’bout to flip it again
take a trip to the ups
got the junkies lined up at the door
they geekin’, they waitin’ to get a taste
i’m finna take me a trip to the a
i’m meetin’ my plug in bouldercrest
ar pistol, shootin’ right through your vest
223s, yeah, they makin’ a mess
i’m deep in the pot, tryna whip up a vet
got my gloves on like i’m a chef
for [?] dissin’, yeah, i shoot like i’m steph
south park, cook that dope with my left
a hundred ps on the mega bus
score me some actavis and some ‘tuss
poppin’ these percs, n-gg-, feel the rush
chasin’ that money, can’t get enough

[verse 1: homicide esco]
i’m chasin’ that money, can’t get enough
not chasin’ no b-tches, i’m tryna get rid of ’em
b-tches gettin’ mad ’cause she ain’t gettin’ hit enough
she call me one more time, dismissin’ her
she say you can’t cut me off [?]
but when i called her, she came to pick me up
and all the work, we put it in the trunk
if the feds are behind us, then, boo, ain’t no givin’ up
still in this, been in this tinted truck
the 762, they gon’ lift him up
makin’ sh-t hot, yeah, i turn up the temperature
n-gg- want beef, then i got him a cinema
you sayin’ you gang but you ain’t no k!ller, bruh
a thousand rounds like it’s ten of us
these n-gg-s clowns, boy, you been a bluff
a thousand bales came in in the pickup truck
who you lil n-gg-s think you kiddin’?
i’m flippin’ the pies, n-gg-, thanksgiving
in november, ain’t no thanksgiving
’cause all my n-gg-s robbin’, stealin’, k!llin’
came up, n-gg-, drug dealin’
in the hood, n-gg-, bird picture
but if it’s tension, you can get you an issue
wipe a n-gg- -ss down like some tissue

[verse 2: goonew]
cash in the pack when i touch down
goonrich, f-ck the whole town
poppin’ these xans, i can’t hear no sounds
chop up a brick and i bust it down
esco, he shoot, that’s a hundred rounds
i break down the og then flood the town
i get it, won’t jam it, won’t make a sound
i whip up a baby, i beat it down
i came in this b-tch and i’m totin’ my gun
hundred round drum, i ain’t shootin’ no pump
100k bond, i’m still on the run
i’m servin’ them junkies, i beat up my arm
i’m still in the hood, got the sh-t from the farm
i thumb through the money, i only f-ck with the hundreds
you p-ssy -ss n-gg-, you act like your mama
sh-t, what, ooh, and i’m ’bout to flood the town
p-ssy n-gg-, we gon’ flood the town
goonrich, came with hundred pounds
esco shootin’, that’s a hundred rounds
sh-t, sh-t, you know how we comin’, hundred rounds
pew, pew, that’s a man down
goonrich pinna flood the town

- goonew

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