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letra de go get it - lil spooky

[intro]
(d-mn mtb!)

[chorus]
hop out the car b-tch we gonna go get it
arps and big ass titties
my lil n-gga kenny hop out with the simmons
you try to pull up over here then you finished
my lil n-gga go grab the bag and go flip it
that lil n-gga fake can’t go on no mission
yeah yo b-tch buck naked in the trap and she making me some biscuits
yeah glock .45 sitting right on my lap lil n-gga
hop out the motherf-ckin car with a swisher and i swear to god i’m finna blame me a n-gga
yeah run up with ak-47 arp finna stain me a n-gga
yeah all of these hoes talkin’ sh-t on the net but they won’t even play with a n-gga

[verse 1]
yeah how you gon’ say you got the fire when you don’t b-tch you been tryna run it up
these lil n-ggas just stay on the block making no bread tryna get them to pay for sum
try to go get tay to go spray sum
i hop out the back i got me the laser gun
these n-ggas they hidin’ they caps racks huh i bet they ain’t say nothin’
if a n-gga gon run on it yeah we gon’ shoot
yeah gotta a choppa in the back and it shoot out to the roof
got a k in the back and imma aim it at you
yeah i’m poppin’ these percs i’m the highest in the room
if a f-ck n-gga play then boom take his ass right off the map make him go snooze
when the feds have me in that room h-ll nah n-gga i ain’t have no clue
told the feds you was tellin’ n-gga was cryin’ singin’ in that room
it’s alright n-gga he was desperate left without a soul you gon’ die by that weapon
yeah this rap sh-t its a blessin’ but don’t get it twisted bruh send you to heaven
last n-gga played reverend hit the lean cup and imma finna be resting
[chorus]
hop out the car b-tch we gonna go get it
arps and big ass titties
my lil n-gga kenny hop out with the simmons
you try to pull up over here then you finished
my lil n-gga go grab the bag and go flip it
that lil n-gga fake can’t go on no mission
yeah yo b-tch buck naked in the trap and she making me some biscuits
yeah glock .45 sitting right on my lap lil n-gga
hop out the motherf-ckin car with a swisher and i swear to god i’m finna blame me a n-gga
yeah run up with ak-47 arp finna stain me a n-gga
yeah all of these hoes talkin’ sh-t on the net but they won’t even play with a n-gga

- lil spooky

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