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letra de goop wolf flow - ssg splurge

f-ckin his b-tch, he mad at me
really been chillin’, i ain’t missin’ out on sh-t
they know i shoot, throw that bag at me
ten racks quick, get a n-gga ass flipped
water, i got this sh-t off a ship
on my daughters, i’ll shoot this b-tch off a hip
sh-t regardless, i’ll shoot this b-tch out from here
threw the wrap on the coupe like 3 musketeers
red light, green light; musical chairs
ssg we the bad news bearers
might buy her a wig, i been grabbin’ her hair
all white in this b-tch like a rabbit in here
too up to get to me, need you some stairs
i got glizzy’s, you lil n-ggas need you security
i ain’t payin’ n0body for protection, you hear me?
but i’ll shoot every bullet in this b-tch if i’m wary
n-gga shakin’ in his boots, i can tell he scary
i done bought all the drank so i know its been scarce
i been rockin’ big stones since my ears been pierced
i been promoting violence, peer-pressure my peers
goopiest wolf, move like me; need to open a book
harder they hit by the closer you look
i sent a b-tch to the coast with a cook
she treat the pot like a roast while she cook it
i’m in the trap with the roaches and stuff
what typa birds? i got chickens and doves
hand got that stank, i can’t give you a hug
hang a lil’ b-tch, tried to play with my money
f-ck with they son, lets go hit up the club
heard he ain’t know what to do with them onions
percocet too and i’m full of that mudd
don’t need no b-tch, i’ll be cool with my cup
f-ck with that drank, i been needin’ that love
you get a pack, you better beat it right up
play with this sh-t, we leave blood in yo’ rugs
ask him do he wanna shoot, he shrugged, like f-ck ’em
we in the strip with 10 guns, we clutchin
you know i’m smoke king;
get a n-gga k!lled by a dope feign for a mcdouble or something
soon as that door ring, there go a hunnid
soon as that door swing, shoot ’em in public
percocet od’ll play with her conscience
choppa thats on me’ll sing like ashanti
i got some sh-t that’ll fight all yo’ punches
i got some sh-t that’ll leave you on crutches
i got some sh-t that’ll stop all that nonsense
he tried to play now that whole crib haunted

- ssg splurge

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