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letra de xxx - nanna goodie

[intro]
ah, we got this
you thought i was done, that goodie was on the run
like goodie was not about sums
i said it’s f-ckin’ goodie, b-tch (aha)
let me do this

[verse 1]
uh, what i’m really ’bout? (what?)
not like these b-tches that run they mouth (okay)
how your neck get bread, b-tch
nah, i don’t share with too many now (never that)
i just got an iced-out wrist, lit (bling-bling)
and i got prada, i walk it out (i walk it out)
been in a condo since i was a jit (jit)
bought a crib ‘fore i knew about the clout (clout)
b-tch, i’m on savage again (what?)
i’m makin’ fried fish and cabbage again
fly to miami, live lavish again (what?)
save all the talk for the bag, is you dim?
i just want money to spend
act like they on but they really don’t know i spend circles ’round hustlers, i nеver pretend
hе say he a king, but that boy just a ho
and i’m never gon’ f-ck with him, never again (never again)
[chorus]
who’s that?
goodie be the sickest, you knew that (what? what?)
pokin’ out his back like two straps
like, is you gonna rap or move jack?
i’m so twisted, get some d-ck and then i never call him back
but if i love him, i go crazy
if he stab me in my— (ah), like

[verse 2]
good sh-t
‘less he wanna walk, hood b-tch
f-ck him in the mall, freak sh-t
i just want it all, greed, b-tch, yeah
they thought i was done, like goodie was all on the run
like goodie was not about sums
i’m back and i’m makin’ my funds
this rap sh-t is wack and i made it my son, like

[chorus]
who’s that?
goodie be the sickest, you knew that
pokin’ out his back like two straps
like, is you gonna rap or move jack?
i’m so twisted, get some d-ck and then i never call him back
but if i love him, i go crazy
if he stab me in my— (back, b-tch), like
[verse 3]
thought i was done? hmm, nah
had to f-ck this up and give him that raw
goodie gang
goodie, yah
see, i’m so sick, when i rap, i could pause
i got ’em in awe
they stare and they watch and they follow it all
you know they— goodie, uh (it’s goodie, b-tch)
chickens, i ain’t no bird, you can’t flock with my fleet
respect on my name when they talkin’ ’bout me (tell ’em)
he f-cked me and, still, i get jealous of me (tell ’em, goodie)
convinced i was born to be all on my own
suckers act fake, won’t get nothin’ outta me (what?)
you just f-ck three, four b-tches
i ain’t no trick, i don’t pay for the d, like
i been on
b-tch, i’m on top, b-tch (i been on top)
i been on
b-tch, i’m on top, b-tch
i been on
b-tch, i’m on top, b-tch (i been on top)
yeah, yeah, uh, yeah (let me tell y’all motherf-ckers, what?)

[chorus]
who’s that? (yah)
goodie be the sickest, you knew that (i’m the sickest)
pokin’ out his back like two straps (two, two)
like, is you gonna rap or move jack? (grrra)
i’m so twisted, get some d-ck and then i never call him back (never that)
but if i love him, i go crazy
if he stab me in my chest
[outro]
don’t

- nanna goodie

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