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letra de ganja goblin - pranav.wav

f-ck what they think
ion wear gucci n-gga i wear mink
fur burr trigga gettin pretty cold
tell them b-tches i’m not listening the yappin gettin old
one ear to the next like the bread in my bank
my pockets so fat i got a bed when i sit
nina boutta bang bang to a n-gga talkin sh-t
you don’t hit l!cks an ice cream cone the only thing you l!ck
i been countin money over blessings i been pretty sick
wear a double x so you wouldn’t even see the piece
you in double x cause mc donalds only thing you eat
pastor been around you anotha you 2 year rental lease
on a property that happens to also be owned by me
i get paid to be at places that for you would not be free
if you want my time and talent then a n-gga want a fee
psilocybin vibin i got magic mushrooms in my tea
i’m that hungry motha f-cka yea pastor f-ckin p
i’m a ganja goblin gobbling steady smokin pounds of weed
my temple throbbin i don’t even know the f-ckin week
you a thousand f-ckin pounds and continue to go eat
n-gga you are not a whale you the whole entire sea
you a silly billy actin up all w-lly nilly
you don’t know pastor p, you don’t even really feel me
all the things that i do, i do all up on my own
when the check hit the mail imma cash it all alone
f-ck you
i know you don’t run no checks, you don’t run at all
boutta break the earth’s surface, if you were to fall
when you get a b-tch number, she would never call
six foot but you runnin short, even if you tall
you tip toein 20s i be thumbin benji bills
mock you at your peril shout out genji when that n-gga k!lls
are you f-ckin serious, n-ggas are delirious
i’m a monkey, f-ck the yellow hat, yo b-tches curious
i just stole yo wallet but that b-tch is always empty
i don’t want the love if it fueled up by your envy
psilocybin vibin i got magic mushrooms in my tea
i’m that hungry motha f-cka yea pastor f-ckin p
i’m a ganja goblin gobbling steady smokin pounds of weed
my temple throbbin i don’t even know the f-ckin week
i’m a ganja goblin gobbling steady smokin pounds of weed
my temple throbbin i don’t even know the f-ckin week
shut the f-ck up
you a dumb, f-ck
run ova his body with a dump truck
heavy steppin on the beat, wet ugg
n-gga you should know i don’t give f-cks
smoke a pound a day at least
wake and bake like bread with yeast
touch my weed end up deceased
look my way and lose your t–th
you a silly billy actin up all w-lly nilly
you don’t know pastor p, you don’t even really feel me
all the things that i do, i do all up on my own
when the check hit the mail imma cash it all alone
f-ck you

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