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letra de goopy me - ssg splurge

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[verse]
yea, yea, yea
i got a 4 of the wok
i got a scratch from them thots
i done went big on my opps
i give these fake ass n-ggas and b-tches the problems
n-ggas be thinkin’ that trappin’ is dead and its not
n-ggas play like a gangsta, get ready to get shot
i don’t care if its the perc or the addy, don’t matter, get high
n-gga try to touch me, i could bet it he die

man what the f-ck is y’all doin? y’all lettin’ n-ggas slide
sold it to the brick man he was tryna take care of his kids
all bullsh-t aside, we still pop n-ggas wigs
ain’t n0body help me get a bag, so i’ma die with this sh-t
and i live by the gun so i’ma die with this b-tch
you’ll never make a profit, you gettin’ high with the sh-t
n-ggas don’t want no smoke, just be talkin’ n sh-t
if its smoke, get the drop, get to stalkin’ on sh-t

i got the goop but i still’ll shoot, n-gga you trippin’ i’m not just no regular artist
i poured up wok and i’m feelin good, i’m gettin’ head from yo b-tch smokin’ whatchamacallit
got caught without a choppa? shoulda brought it
you would still have that chain on right now if you bought it
but you couldn’t pay the rent on that b-tch and you lost it
n-ggas broke boy i know that they emotions exhausted
and this lean, a lil costy
goopy me, goopy frosty
all my b-tches bring life to the party
i don’t jump but they do so they offer it
don’t want dealin’s with drunk hoes, get offa it
see this glock on my hip, i love poppin’ it
she wan’ f-ck, tryna get herself popular
thought the b-tch set me up so i powdered her

and the new chop came with binoculars
in a drop top, shoutout my rockets here
i’m on melrose in the store with the glock in here
just got head from the lightskin with the bright hair
my diamonds punch you in the dark, they don’t fight fair
-skrrrt- what is that? the sound of the viper
don’t wanna see me, i’m these rap n-ggas nightmare
they don’t want me at events, i bring sh-t they don’t like there

i get the sticks, i get it hot out the radar
get to shootin’ like i’m jmoney with this ar
i just bought a new bike, a (?)
(?) got me top and i stay far
i got the goop, this sh-t spit out a baby bottle
.224 chop with a stock like a stabilizer
shoutout my n-gga, one pop with the ankle monitor
splurge, he f-ck on these b-tches, get paper out ’em
glock for a lil boy, big chop for a bigger dude
i’ma see all myself, i don’t care whatchu n-ggas do
ahh, f-ck all these hoes, i’m the jigaboo
ahh, smokin’ exotic, medicinal
ahh, act up, early dismissin’ ’em
slide, that n-gga hide and we hittin’ ’em
five, b-tches on me and they beautiful

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