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ruthless - goobers lyrics

h*llo and welcome to your flight
if you have flown with us before, welcome back
if not then welcome!
we will be boarding soon, and will let you know when to tighten your seat belts
so just sit back, relax and enjoy your flight.. to agony

(aye, yuh)
im sippin plenty
while countin 20
do not correct me
i sip a venti, while suffocatin that necromancy
i f*ck ya momma
ya daughter
cause i just boughta fendi
dont want no p*ssy, just head, i want that curtosy
f*ckin on me go stupid
i just wanna hit it valentine just like she cupid
i don’t really give a f*ck about it if u lose it
uber to my house and thеn you gone because i’m ruthlеss

hey

f*ck on me once like d*mn b*tch u gon hit me up and then im done
i ran so fast to the money i stunt
i reload the glock c*ck it back then it’s up

big ass stick, hang above my f*ckin waist
bad lil b*tch, she gon get up out my face
eatin good food, i be eatin good steak (good steak)
b*tches in ma whip, they be kissin on ma face

kissing on my face yea she’s sliding to the crib
4 5 straps wit 20 in the clip
p*ssy ass boy won’t bust that stick
so i hop out the whip wit a toolie on my hip
so i’m stacking all this cheddar just so i can feel better
i’ve been f*cking on this b*tch when she’s sipping on this liquor
but i’m f*cking wit her friends while she f*cking with my posse
so i walk up in the club wit her friends all up on me

(what?)
yea she gripping on my belt, (nah)
shorty jumping on me like she reaching for a shelf (facts)
reap told me that she got she got a friend i took
her for myself (i did)
shorty hands up in my pants but the gun is what she felt
ay
ay
pull up wit a semi b*tch i pull up wit an auto
i got b*tches in my corner wit a blunt and some powder now
i got hollows on the table yea this 40 gon enable
it gon blast his f*cking head off
leaking blood like a trail nah
stacking all these bodies but i don’t know they name
price on ur head that’s 100k
2 twin glocks wit bullets of shame
play wit my life u gon die today

yeah, gon die today
walking in the city with my old padre
oh, seen a bad b*tch thought was on display
brought her to crib, said this my old place

then she started hopping on me
i thought it was paparazzi
man this sh*t is just a hobby
im original i dont copy
man i really want some coffee
man i wanna try some molly
just to try but ill get foggy
i won’t take the feeling off me tho
he dont f*ck w you, he got his own vision bro
me and padre just took a big ass smoke
me and team 3 just got that dough
we knew we won a long time ago
taking these drugs but they not helping
saving my money b*tch im so selfish
n*gga talkin sh*t but you can get dealt with
his songs are sh*t man like, who gonna tell him?

i drop a tab, now i am tripping out
pills got me flipping out
b*tch im a addict
but i won’t be stopping now
shoot with a 50 cal
his blood is spilling out
bullets is rippin em
now he is falling down

chill wit my girl had to f*ck on a bad b*tch
cutting you off cause a n*gga done had it
taking yo sh*t n*gga cause im a savage
do this sh*t everyday, im causing havoc*

im like f*ck
im off a perc
i take a line putcho b*tch in a he*rs*
and im getting that cash while u gettin observed
and i might rip his throat
clean his blood wit his shirt
and im like
watchu say when u comin my way
cuz we pop pop pop
like we playin roulette
bape stars on my feet
cuz i never wanna stay
cashed out on a check
know they boutta catch a stray
know im boutta get paid
know ima boutta get laid
3 bands on my body b*tch im boutta be saved
now im bouta be faked
pull a gun u shake
free hand shorty know that i be pullin these days

- goobers lyrics

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