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killaz - goobers lyrics

k!llaz spray, yea k!llaz spray
k!llaz spray, yea k!llaz spray
k!llaz spray, yea k!llaz spray
foxer comin’ with the drip, but now its time for him to spit
i’ve been waitin’ all this time with k!llaz, askin’ for a split
but man, i know you got the flu, cause you b*tches got me sick
but do you really know the melody if you b*tches are tricks
wait.. where’d the beat go?

aye b*tch
your back is back
i been feelin’ kinda groovy
see your girl, she a snack
beat your boyfriend up
i feel like slim shady
getting all em racks
and i got ya lady
selling all these songs on my ipod touch
ain’t new to the game
i’ve been on it to much
tryna catch me slip
and i’ll grab ya by the throat b*tch
call me light yagami
yeah i’ve got that death note
got thе deathnote imma sign my f*cking name
chokе hold b*tch
who the f*ck are you playing
.40 on my waist band b*tch i am spraying
i empty 2 clips that’s me supersaiyan ay ayyyy
tell me how it go
pouring up fanta
i don’t f*ck with faygo
only sippin dirty sprite
that’s all that i know
b*tch who the f*ck are you to tell me where to go
ay ayyyyy

she throw it back
like call her nicky
unbuck em up
yeah its gon get sticky
she h*lla bad
imma give her a hickey
glock on my right hand
they call me biggy
f*cking em off
on my black cold beretta
k!lling em off
gotta get be better
counting my money
like call me trend setta
show em some tricks
imma make that b*tch wetter
aye you think we done?
what?
nah, nah, nah, we just starting up homie
aye you tryna pull up?
lemme hit that verse
counting all the money
got em sticks in my bed
aye you tryna fight?
you finna pull up dead
switch lanes on my game
you’re a problem now
b*tch you better watch out
cause your time is out

i be f*cking on your b*tch
i be f*cking on your thot
she be screaming my name
and i make that ass drop
like woah
whos this b*tch?
i don’t even f*cking know ya
you think im rich?
you right
but imma just say nah, f*ck
i got so much good luck
your girl down bad
she just wanna f*ck
she be steady on my d*ck
call that hoe six flags
she wanna pass up all these b*tches
you finna need a fast*pass
aight i copped dat fast pass, sh*t came with a loaded choppa
opposition talk a lot but but if they bangin’, ain’t heard nada
imma take ya girl right from ya, drip her out wit’ some new prada
and if you talk the wrong way, start prayin’ to the holy fatha
ok just popped a couple tags
and now i’m aimin’ for ya dome
go head and check that ring doorbell
i’m already in yo home
yeah, the reason is me
why you don’t feel safe alone
wait redact those last bars
or else twitter be like woah, like woah

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