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letra de goosebumps - ymf

[intro]
yeah, skrt, gang, yeah

[verse 1]
the rhythm, the money, the bih, yeah man they all give me those gooseb-mps (yeah)
when i’m goin’ in, when i’m goin’ down, i wanna see who jumps (who)
yeah the streets are dangerous, man i gotta buy i hand gun (blat)
but when i’m spittin’ these bars man, it’s more like a shotgun (pow)
i’m grindin’, i’m hustlin’
workin’ everyday and now i am stuntin’
started from the bottom, i came from nothin’
all those designer clothes, man they are stunning
that’s why they now jumpin’
put you back in the hood and let you runnin’ (run)
your b-tch is suckin’, i cannot trust them
somethin’ in me says that i got to drop them (down)
those haters lurkin’ on me
now they chillin’, ’cause i made some money
got your b-tch in the backseat and all she wanna do is f-ck with me
b-tch -ss yeah, she is coming for me
go godzilla on her, maximum a 30
block is hot, yeah they walkin’ with a 30
b-tches see some money, man they lookin’ thirsty
i’m fast like a mustang
guns they doing bang
throwin’ dirt on me, karma hit you back
it’s just bouncing back
like a boomerang, yeah, yeah
chitty, chitty, chitty, bang
only the bands, only ben knows the thing
only trust the fam, i pull up with the gang (squad)

[hook]
yeah baby i can tell the block is hot today
it gives me gooseb-mps, it gives me gooseb-mps, yeah it gives me gooseb-mps
if we talkin’ money, i wanna know what’s the deal
yeah i’m working for that rari, yeah that sh-t is half a mill
yeah the money give me gooseb-mps, the bih they give me gooseb-mps, the music it give me gooseb-mps, the street man they give me gooseb-mps, aye

[verse 2]
pointing at me and tell ’em that i did it
snitchin’ on me bro, man you admit it (snitch)
when i’m spittin’ these bars, you ain’t talkin’ to me nah, you talkin’ to my spirit (nah)
come to my hood, you’ll see bricks, bricks, bricks
gooseb-mps got me feeling skeptic, ‘tic
yeah she is shakin’ on that d-ck, d-ck, d-ck
girl i wanna do it quick, quick, quick (quick)
motherf-cker, you were talkin’ sh-t motherf-cker (sh-t)
get out of my face motherf-cker
when i met your mom, i became a motherf-cker
that’s disrespect on a new level homes
f-ck her hard, i might break her bones (break)
that girl is thinkin’ she is sherlock holmes
man she is searchin’ through my motherf-cking phone
’cause i’m with my squad, they think i’m a thug
’cause i’m with the dealers, they think i’m the plug (dopeman)
your b-tch addicted to me, man i’m her drug
this music industry i might be the plug, uh, uh (yeah)
plug it, plug it, plug it in
bando life, in the kitchen bubblin’
in the street all that money doublin’ (whip)
man you a b-tch
man i got your girl run it, run it, run it like chris (jump)
yeah she wants this
man she brings her friends to, man i let them jumpin’ like kriss kross
i’m a boss like rick ross (boss)
they know i got the sauce
your bih is dirty, man she is usin’ my d-ck as her lip-gloss (dirt)

- ymf

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