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postin’ blicks - goattalkknovaa lyrics

goattalkk novaa in dis bih
goattalkk goattalkk
goattalkk goattalkk
kappy in dis b*tch
pull up on him lookin’ froze
how you diss me you ain’t know
gang

i don’t gotta’ post my gun
you know i’m hard
stay on your toes
i caught him off guard
hop out the whip
just me and zar
run that n*gga down shoot up
his car that n*gga a b*tch you
know he soft claim off when
you know you not hard these
n*ggas mad this sh*t be bizarre
how you gone hate when you
not that far n*gga
i don’t gotta’ post my gun
you know i’m hard
stay on your toes
i caught him off guard
hop out the whip
just me and zar
run that n*gga down shoot up
his car that n*gga a b*tch you
know he soft claim off when
you know you not hard these
n*ggas mad this sh*t be bizarre
how you gone hate when you
not that far n*gga
b*tch i don’t miss
when i empty out the bl!ck
caught that n*gga running
from me and i hit him
in his sh*t
n*gga you can’t run
you know
i do this sh*t for fun
seen that n*gga at the store
and i popped him with his son
you know i’m fed
novaa send your b*tch ass
to bed n*ggas know
i’m f*cking crazy
when i’m not on my meds
i don’t need no pill
to do no motherf*cking drill
if i want your ass gone
you know i’m shooting
for to k!ll
you know i’m crazy
you can ask my old lady
why these n*ggas hoеs for
why they being shady
how you gone diss mе
when you don’t even
f*cking know me
b*tch your ass phony
go get a job
stop being lonely
goattalkknovaa i’m the best
come and try me
put me to the test
it’s okay you know i’m the goat
i stick my d*ck
in your b*tch throat
you know i’m going off the top
i’m freestyling off the dome
you n*ggas mad that i’m home
it’s okay you know i’m gone
n*ggas hate everyday but they can’t stop me
talking this talking that n*gga just pop me
say you a real k!ller but you can’t drop me
walk in the club ima’ catch you in the lobby
leave your sh*t blurry you gone think dat it’s foggy
why you get mad when i walk in the party
n*gga you a b*tch
you don’t want to approach me
all i hear is this all it do is exhaust me
n*ggas hate everyday but they can’t stop me
talking this talking that n*gga just pop me
say you a real k!ller but you can’t drop me
walk in the club ima’ catch you in the lobby
leave your sh*t blurry you gone think dat it’s foggy
why you get mad when i walk in the party
n*gga you a b*tch
you don’t want to approach me
all i hear is this all it do is exhaust me
i don’t gotta’ post my gun
you know i’m hard
stay on your toes
i caught him off guard
hop out the whip
just me and zar
run that n*gga down shoot up
his car that n*gga a b*tch you
know he soft claim off when
you know you not hard these
n*ggas mad this sh*t be bizarre
how you gone hate when you
not that far n*gga
i don’t gotta’ post my gun
you know i’m hard
stay on your toes
i caught him off guard
hop out the whip
just me and zar
run that n*gga down shoot up
his car that n*gga a b*tch you
know he soft claim off when
you know you not hard these
n*ggas mad this sh*t be bizarre
how you gone hate when you
not that far n*gga
get the drop up on a opp b*tch ain’t no second chances
i was in that field and throwing bullets like i’m peyton manning
hot shii hit his face he get ta’
burning like that n*gga tanning
young n*gga making music catching bodies b*tch i’m charles manson
he think he tuff we tie him up hold that p*ssy b*tch for ransom
b*tches on my d*ck like yea he fine that lil n*gga handsome
you would think it’s tweetie bird canary diamonds get ta’ dancing
hand my b*tch the glock she get ta’ spraying b*tch we never panick
choppa box a n*gga like ali or sum’
i call up my demon he be bout it he gone get it done
he gone sn*tch who chain he ain’t bout he ain’t really dumb
all these n*ggas p*ssy crazy part is they ain’t getting nun
these b*tches showing titties they get litty
off that hen or rum’
lil bro get ta’ fighting n*gga f*ck that sh*t go get a gun
she don’t want her n*gga pillow talking said he been a bum
pull up on a opp he see this glock that n*gga finna run
keep that bl!ck up in the party we gon shut it down
suppressor on that 223 it’s shooting it don’t make a sound
he said that lil shii bout the gang now that n*gga heaven bound
they searching for his body put a opp up in the lost n found
this choppa it hold a hunnind’ rounds
these n*gga they can’t wit’ us
goattalkk in this b*tch and ybk b*tch we gon run it up
in love wit this money imma addict i can’t get enough
he think he tuff we gone roll em up and turn a p*ssy b*tch yo dust
them n*ggas know wassup

ybk gt on top
n*ggas really wanna’ play
like we don’t be on that block
but it’s oh f*cking k’
n*ggas know we spraying
you know what n*ggas ain’t f*cking playing
goattalkk kappy out

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