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back n forth - goonew lyrics

[intro: goonew]
skrrt
goonrich
slopes with the alley-hoop, n-gg-, hah
hah, goonrich, hah
big slopes with the alley-oop

[verse 1: goonew]
walk down with the stick
too many bodies, had to catch my bentley, uh
walk down, it’s a track meet, b-tch
servin’ junkies on the backstreets, b-tch
funeral home goop, this that p-ss
my shooters r-t-rded, hit him with the stick
goonrich, i got the water like fish
two twin b-tches, turn my haters twin

[verse 2: borleone]
borleone came with a sniper (borleone)
n-gg- hit him up in a white truck
i move like obama, young n-gg- in a black truck
servin’ my junkies that drop, it got no cut
if we hit the block, young n-gg- put that dope up
back on the block and i serve out the rover
skrrt skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up
angel dust, mix the dope with baking soda

[verse 3: goonew]
goonrich, i got bricks across the border
you say that’s your shooter but he off the water
slide on his block, make it rain water
hit me a stain, pull off in a foreign
goonrich urkel, hide the bricks in the foreign
he say he the plug but that n-gg- cordless
catch me a body, quill had the forty
hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters

[verse 4: borleone]
uh, call up my young n-gg-, come through in the water
come in my trap house, come with no quarters
sippin’ on lean, n-gg- sippin’ on oil
shippin’ them packs right there ‘cross the border
young n-gg- came with a pipe
hundred round drum and it came with a light
it’s a shootout, n-gg-, i ain’t bringing a knife
i’m poppin’ the percs and i’m servin’ the ice

[verse 5: goonew]
uh, i got the glock in my drawers
junkies comin’ so i’m servin’ ’em all
beatin’ the block up, hit the mall
whippin’ them chickens, thanksgiving, fall
you ain’t even know i had it in the mall
late night creepin’, had to f-ck ’em all
givenchy and balmains, no lacoste
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, i pin her on the wall

[verse 6: borleone]
uh, borleone thirty round, ain’t no knife sticks
servin’ them junkies right there out a d-mn lyft
hundred round drum, b-tch i can’t tote a fifty clip
i need a bad b-tch, fat -ss, thick hips
kick in your door, n-gg-, where you live?
get hit with this stick, n-gg-, f-ck a lil’ kid
i trap on the glock, i can’t f-ck with the sigs
i’m smokin’ og and you smokin’ on cigs

[verse 7: goonew]
uh, n-gg-, call me aaron rodgers
i’m throwin’ them bombs, n-gg-, and they problems
put down the gun, n-gg-, that’s a problem
i’m sippin’ wock’, keisha had to f-ck my doctor
shoot at his brother, n-gg- was an opp
hit me a lick, i pull off in a charger
f-ckin’ that b-tch, i hit her at the opera
i’m shootin’ that chopper, soundin’ like maraca
sippi’ that lean, i’m sippin’ out the bottle
servin’ them junkies, servin’ them the bottle
b-tch, i’m goonrich, i’m f-ckin’ on a model
n-gg-s be clonin’ me, i’m the father
stealin’ my swag, i should’ve been a father
pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker
i was down bad, i had to shoot the chopper
hundred band jugg, i’m petty like my father

[outro: goonew]
huh, hah, goonrich, n-gg-
hah, goon, hah

- goonew lyrics

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