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big 40 - goober_official lyrics

[bridge: goober]
beat ya ass cause i want my money
half a mil in the hotel, it’s funny i can say that
i ain’t worried bout a thing, got some blow back
lookin like gus fring, blow yo face off
try to play it off
p*ssy boy, everything i got it is paid off
blow a b*tch brain, she ain’t play soft
she throwing it back like it’s the playoffs
yuh

[chorus: goober]
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
[verse 2: goober]
the streets dark, you can’t see it through my tinted windows
you hear them shots pop, it ain’t no accidental
just like $not, i want it now, barretta in the rental
ignore your call if you trippin, f*ckin with my mental
run up, two times, same day, different mask
and i ain’t playin with no hoe, i still want my cash
and if she ugly imma hit it, she just need a bag
tell my homie pass that
record this and run it back
i’m a running back in the hood i’m running bags
how you talking when you look like you be running drag
mamas closet, you be shopping and copping things
c*ck ring you be rocking to the c*ck exchange
you ain’t fighting, you barking
i swear i see yo fate
trigger finger itching and you lookin at stake
stare me in my f*ckin face i swear you’ll hate the taste of lead
tell me how you gonna make this one when god is dead

- goober_official lyrics

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