blitz - govanni! lyrics
[intro]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
[verse]
what the f*ck i look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (cmon)
my lil’ n*ggas they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (cmon)
b*tch i’m sipping on wock don’t do tris, keep a glock when i’m mad
and that b*tch wanna f*ck i’m the sh*t, cause i’m lit, with a bag
i know these n*ggas really ain’t sh*t, why you sick?, why you mad?
these n*ggas cheap but we not tho
in a bentley i’m d*gg*ng the pot hole
with a white hoe she taking a her top off
n*gga talkin we knock off his taco (fheh)
i roll around with this cal in my hip
free y*, free ysl b*tch i’m slimey like sh*t
he drop the lo send that boy to the [?] won’t play with you n*gga, ion play with these hoes
im counting money from monday to sunday i’m rich as a b*tch i could f*ck on ya hoe
lotta of these n*ggas gon’ talk on the net see you in person that lil n*gga p*ssy he froze
b*tch i walk round like a mothaf*ckin [?]
b*tch i walk round with a rick owen coat
[interlude]
uh, b*tch you goin crazy
lil b*tch wanna have my baby
im like b*tch is you lil crazy
[?]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
[verse 2]
what the f*ck i look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (cmon)
my lil’ n*ggas they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (cmon)
b*tch i’m sipping on wock don’t do tris, keep a glock when i’m mad
and that b*tch wanna f*ck i’m the sh*t, cause i’m lit, with a bag
i know these n*ggas really ain’t sh*t, why you sick?, why you mad?
these n*ggas cheap but we not tho
in a bentley i’m d*gg*ng the pot hole
with a white hoe she taking a her top off
n*gga talkin we knock off his taco (fheh)
i roll around with this cal in my hip
free y*, free ysl b*tch i’m slimey like sh*t
he drop the lo send that boy to the [?] won’t play with you n*gga, ion play with these hoes
im counting money from monday to sunday i’m rich as a b*tch i could f*ck on ya hoe
lotta of these n*ggas gon’ talk on the net see you in person that lil n*gga p*ssy he froze
b*tch i walk round like a mothaf*ckin [?]
b*tch i walk round with a rick owen coat
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