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letra de goya - heart of brooklyn

[flight attendant]
thank you for flying air goya

[intro]

-que es lo que quiere esa nena – el general sample-

[verse 1 : atown]

n-gga i’m back, not to front
packing the mack in the back ac
im the mack
in the front
the acura is usually black just to stunt
what the f-ck, ima lose it
big head n-gga, hard not to use
i’m insane in my membrane
ain’t sh-t change ever since i f-cking dropped that morgue music
b-tch, n-gga
call me the mother f-cking dog and the sh-t
ima stay calm in this b-tch
probably go off and set off all the alarms when i spit
keep the losers so close
cause my team the best so far
four rings in this thing
i guess i’m audi no car

[verse 2 : kid dream]

i’m faded, my god i’m faded
i done had too much to drink
shot to the dome, i’m in the zone
i don’t know what else to think, (uh)
and i swear i don’t know how to act now
with that olè olè in the background
we do this all of the time
get faded feeling all right
she left her man
left with me and we do this sh-t for the night, and uhh
and we keep it real
there ain’t no pretending b-tch
they prolly want a “hoy se bebe” at the end of this

[bridge]
pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) stop
pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) stop
pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) pop that (muevelo) stop

[hook]
i said, f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
i said, f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
i said, f-ck ya know about
f-ck ya know about
f-ck ya know about this (goya)

[verse 3: just’in’credible]

bands will make her dance?
i perform, and make her fan
make her strip, then i take one glance
take your b-tch, cause i ain’t yo mans
drop a load, and she pick up the nut
stoppin’ slow
you gone give up for what?
let me throw these ones
with yo breast on that
awww sh-t that’s racks on racks
sike
you know i’d cut yo cl-ss
cause you ain’t got none
i’ll cut yo -ss
you ain’t my one, i bust so fast
2 late i’m gone, i’m done so haaaaaa
and he back again
so if she bad and she bad
then we smash the twins
up high on my down time
8 steps i’m on my cloud 9
wonder will i make it
to this late b-tch
n-gga i-d-kay
sipping until i am faded
a legend who’s jaded
i rep until i decay
heart of brooklyn, you know the name
them b-tches play, but you know the game
and i don’t, cause i won’t
my 9 smokes, then i blow the brain
blaow, ain’t sh-t to play me wit
now, sit close and play me b-tch
it’s my b-lls, in your mouth
my d-ck next, then you babysit

[hook]
f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
i said, f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
ma n-gga’s run this sh-t
i said, f-ck ya know about
f-ck ya know about
f-ck ya know about this (goya)

[ness rhyme talking sh-t]

[verse 4: ness rhyme]

its the, timberman in some timberlands
n-ggas wanna know who the f-ck i am
its the freaky m-th-f-cka wit’ his d-ck in his hands
(what?, he got his d-ck in his hands?) yeauup
b-tch i said it dont forget it
fronting on a n-gga might regret it
if i beat the p-ssy up i might dead it
hit it for a minute then i call the paramedics
ohh, i’m a psyscho initiated for p-ssy punani
i put a hole in ya mami
woahhh
i leave her barkin’ n barely walkin
embarking a trip to her p-ssy wetter tham tsunamis
ay, okay
fronting on a n-gga better have an a.k
like a westside n-gga better catch that fade
if ya b-tch kim k, get that b-tch ray jay’d
ugh representing for my timberland fam
if u get the grams get the grands hit a grand slam
give a d-mn if u get ya mans, get ya man ran
from the money, if he funny hit em wit the bam bam
all my b-tches out the 40 oz blog
40 oz brews for my 40 oz dogs
who is that?
papi chulo all up in ya mami culo
gimmie kudos a n-gga got that oro puro

[hook]
-chopped & screwed-
f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
spic n-gga’s run this sh-t n-gga
f-ck ya know about this? (goya)
spic n-gga’s run this sh-t n-gga
f-ck ya know about this? (g-goya)
spic n-gga’s run this sh-t
i said, spic n-ggas run this sh-t n-gga

- heart of brooklyn

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