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the archive files - goober_official lyrics

[intro]
i know things no one knows

[pound to pound]
grab my gat and i keep on movin’ round
b*tch i move it pound to pound, got a hundred for them b*tches out of town
i be traveling, i’m battling issues
i wanna splatter them, they brains all on my mind
love the image, you’ll be fine
take a step more i’ll leave you spread out on the floor
[transition]
i’m coming for you

[f*ck fame]
watch yo business, you stepping on your gravesite
f*ck a witness, i’m bucking everyone in sight
look in my eyes you could see the devil deep inside
look in my eyes you could see the pain i try to hide
f*ck a meal, f*ck fame
everything i wanted now engulfed in h*lla flam, yuh

[outer sp*ce]
i got, i got, i got three fingers i’ll throw em up
i’m bout to die, i could give a f*ck
you feel me, i don’t feel sh*t
dead inside, got a k!ll switch
i got two bricks and a half p
i slur talk with a real g
you slang sh*t but you still cheap
you all talk, i never beef
run up on him if he wanna talk
big choppas like 51, rounds you’ll eat like 50 some
buzzards on you in the heavy sun, yuh
buzzards on you in the
(aye, aye aye, yuh)
buzzards on you in the
(aye, aye, aye, yuh)
buzzards on you in the, yuh
(aye, aye, aye, yuh)
i don’t give a f*ck
[the 23]
creepin through the city, 23 is where i stay
come through, you get cut up, touch you just for playing
grab my knife, grab my gun
yeah, i do this just for fun
already know i’m on the run
got plant bags in the trunk and i down em one by one

[real g]
real g’s when i come through, why you actin’ out fool
you wanna feel this tec, feel me breathing down your neck
gotta get brought where i’m at, round the corner brains get splat
23rd & union hoe, come round slit yo f*cking throat
you feel my glare hoe when i get the stare hoe
through the peep hole, shoot you in the neck
f*ck round with my tec
glock glock b*tch, goober merc a f*cking snitch, aye
glock glock b*tch, goober merc a f*cking snitch, aye

[central king]
hop in the back and i’m serving these feinds
ruin your life but i marry the green
this ain’t no mary jane, f*ck do you mean
throwing you should away, pull out my beam
turn a b*tch on like a flashlight
(whats good)
when she need cash hit the street light
(okay)
skirt away fast at the green light
(yeah)
i don’t need mask, b*tch its day or night
(f*ck it)
toting my sh*t, ain’t a person in sight
(ah)
shoot my sh*t b*tch you dead at night
no sh*t boy i grab my knife
(yeah)
play with me boy i take yo life
take sh*t, don’t solve it
(what you mean)
boy i ain’t even saw it
(nah)
f*ck you mean this is my fault
(who)
take yo life if you insult
if you ride with me you ain’t seen sh*t
see them tats put yo sleeves down
we in central boy i got my crown
this ain’t tuk*town, but you duck down
when we ridin round got them straps out
got my windows down this a trap now
say you’ll pay me later, that’s a cap, no gown
you ain’t even got a chance with the strap, lay down
[run it up]
we gon run it up then we gone with that big bag
got my first whip then i drift on yo b*tch ass
got my first stick, try to run with your b*tch ass
reach for your sh*t, i won’t run now you big mad
beaty the coochie up, that’s why that sh*t look sad
keep my sh*t tucked, i still stomp on yo b*tch ass
i can’t run from nothing, imma die for what i been said
i can’t run from nothing, imma die for my respect

[race]
tokyo, but this no revenge, its that drift type
all my homies ducking on the feds, you think it ain’t right
but f*ck it, we got more to lose, take a feds life f*ck it
i ain’t pulling over, he gone race like wait
how you think i won’t be running the game
i been on the top since i got my first play
like i been on the top since i first heard wayne, like a milli a milli
i told you you are not silly, come over here wet on my w*lly
i am so pretty, a pretty boy yes i’m flexing

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