goodish - cemetery drive lyrics
[verse one * teeawgo]
lil good boy t, how i would be seen
i like that look, how i stay lowkey
i flip that sh*t, my cult know me
put price on heads, that low, low fee
if i don’t want talk, it’s no no speak ingles
work on weekend days, get murdered, peace and bless
condolences and prayers on your feed and page
b*tch, i’m a savage, treat them like rabbits, i collect the feet and legs
i’m so lucky, she so charming, p*ssy magic, delicious
my*my likeness is type psychic, that’s gen 1, no weaknesses
seems your funds are insuffish, you imps don’t match my impetus
[hook * atwood]
i’m off that good sh*t
what you know bout good b*tch?
talking down on me oh my goodness i wish you would b*tch
what you know bout good sh*t?
you not even goodish
they hеar our song come on they be likе oh my god turn that up that’s some good sh*t
[verse two * atwood]
pull up like geico, i drove, side swope right into your vans
f*ck all yo kicks lil b*tch don’t trip cuz i ain’t gon fight yo mans
call up my chick she gon hit tonight
swear that my d*ck be her kryptonite
and she like it down low like gigabytes
you know that this sh*t don’t minimize
[verse three * chris wright]
what’s up
what you want say to me, don’t sit there acting so quiet
i know you had to cut down, hit a diet
but me and my homies are having a riot
i’m eating it good, p*ssy and percocet, i know i could
if i fall, it’s like i’m god from the top of the heavens
i’m counting my brethren, and praying that they gone be good
[hook * atwood]
i’m off that good sh*t
what you know bout good b*tch?
talking down on me oh my goodness i wish you would b*tch
what you know bout good sh*t?
you not even goodish
they hear our song come on they be like oh my god turn that up that’s some good sh*t
[verse four * miles powers]
turn the cam on like reddish
i done been around the block i’ve seen sh*t
professional talker no you ain’t no shooter
no more like you redd*ck, pathetic i’m fed up
getting that snap then i’m slidin’ huh
internet lagging in barbados
i’m feelin’ blue off the white like el salvador’s flag
and i got a big bag that’s the problem though
can’t leave the powder alone
no cap in here but the bottle patron
i’m at the party they talkin’ it’s gettin’ political oliver stone
h*lla predictable, all of ‘em stoned
he want a zip, and she want the d*ck
but they not in my phone
like who are you? how would i know
[hook * atwood]
i’m off that good sh*t
what you know bout good b*tch?
talking down on me oh my goodness i wish you would b*tch
what you know bout good sh*t?
you not even goodish
they hear our song come on they be like oh my god turn that up that’s some good sh*t
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