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fuck da goofies - sgpwes lyrics

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[intro: sgpwes]
oh my god, wesley
yeah, uh huh
yeah, uh huh
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, uh huh
yeah, uh huh
yeah, uh huh

[verse 1: sgpwes]
lil’ b*tch you bad but i don’t wanna date you
if you getting mad then i got to sedate you
i can’t go out bad because that’s what a ho do
y’all n*ggas g*y, i ain’t finna hold you
a n*gga run up, i’ma turn him to sufood
a n*gga run up, i show him what this pole do
n*ggas be capping on me, i don’t know you
he don’t make music but still got them pro tools
i got a check finna go blow a bag on me
n*ggas be mad and sad so they cap on me
if you get caught up you better not rat on me
laugh to the bank, ha, racks on me
you finna k!ll me, ha, blasphemy
you finna run up, ha, strategy
i’m finna die, ha, c.a.p
i got the bl!ck, ha, you can’t k!ll me
can’t k!ll me
i caught a body got blood on my tee
closе range shot, got blood on my jeans
i shoot my shot, you know it’s green
i’m finna die ‘causе i’m sipping the lean
i’m finna die ’cause i’m popping the beans
i got a chopper, it came with a beam
if you try to run up on me, you finna bleed
[verse 2: slump6s]
h*h*hop out the coupe
call up my shooters, you know what it do
my choppa really gon’ bust through the roof
you smokin’ mid, n*gga, i’m smoking boof
know she a ho, n*gga, why would i cuff her?
know she a nat, n*gga, why would i f*ck her?
my n*ggas stay on the road like a trucker
my choppa ready to blow like a puffer
these n*ggas so unoriginal they wanna copy my swag, they wan’ copy what i’m in
that n*gga wanted a problem so i call my shooter with glasses he looking like maajins
that n*gga only got one hit song and it’s really a feature so don’t even count it
i heard that n*gga was faking being in 1500, my n*gga, i don’t even doubt it
any of these n*ggas really want test it, it just finna be a n*gga with a death wish
i already know that n*gga mad as h*ll got his b*tch in my crib, she eating me for breakfast
all of my n*ggas really getting money, we don’t f*ck with n*ggas, kinda like a racist
sh*tty ass n*gga really in my ear, man, he really be begging n*ggas for a placement
we finna put that lil’ boy in the mud
that n*gga broke, well that boy out of luck
we finna pop that lil’ boy like a perc
f*ck it, we shoot his whole family up
n*gga career wouldn’t be sh*t without other n*ggas so we know that n*gga a dub
n*gga be begging for sympathy, i wouldn’t sympathize n*ggas for f*cking you up
want it to test then i call my young n*gga tonio
white ho name juliet, i ain’t talking romeo
put a hole in that boy like a muhf*ckin’ oreo
no, we can’t make a boy [?]
[?]
my n*ggas shooting that sh*t like a warrior
[?]

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