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lirik lagu goobers - al dente.

[verse 1: o$$!]
b~tch
im bout to bust the motherf~ckin’ door
sh~t we pull up like some cops, and shooting up your store
like a big ol’ stick, loaded that you can’t ignore
my fists are like al dente, i can see you want some more
hit! hit!
on hit!
im on some wombo combo sh~t
stick, long clip, like i’m on the chicago trip
my b~tch so thick, i’m moving like a counterfeit
drop down kick, so you felt like the hollow b~tch

[chorus: immute]
put this tech to his cranium
spill his brains on the podium
stiffened body for gloria
now his mind gets euphoria
intellectual homicide
stephen hawking, his humble side
for the goobers, it’s ride or die
stephen king, it be tеlevised

[verse 2: schwalnuts]
keep it telеvised, imma put you on the television
call me donny pasta boy
i’ll leave you sleeping with the fishes
leave you sleeping with the fishes
b~tch, that is my proposition
we don’t see eye to eye, cataracts will cloud your vision
cataracts will cloud your vision
til’ you got that f~cking haze
where’s the money, b~tch?
better count your f~cking numbered days
pull up with the mob
battle em up with the tommy gun
b~tch, i ain’t your bro, better hide best, go on the run
[verse 3: jdr]
don’t call me bro
i got my bag
now pay your debts or hold your flag
you try to run, this ain’t no tag n’ forth
back n’ forth why you can’t support
your face is white, all shades of yin
you got a loan you won’t give in
a promise broke, you broke ass twin
cause really, there’s no greater sin
in sedatives day to day
i cannot seem to set it straight
for my name is in your mouth
and it will stay til’ the figure 8
and if i ate count it multiple
4 ace hand for the inverteral
relocating every thought
to figure what’s on my plate of all
take it, one more chance to leave it
one last final album to leave on the table fitted
but still you refuse to win the final letter
cause y’all gon’ lose
team 2 better

[verse 4: stilldyl]
put a gun in your mouth, blast off like nasa
little b~tch boy, ain’t a k!ller, just an actor
thinking sh~t sweet, put his face through the plaster
steady with the switch, so these bullets coming at ya
oh sh~t, there he go, yeah you know i bury foes
when these flows come through your m~th~f~ckin’ stereo
got a death wish, use a rope as a necklace
then i resurrect, so i ain’t even pressed b~tch
[chorus: immute]
put this tech to his cranium
spill his brains on the podium
stiffened body for gloria
now his mind gets euphoria
intellectual homicide
stephen hawking, his humble side
for the goobers, it’s ride or die
stephen king, it be televised

[verse 5: forevergrxm]
you ain’t with it, it’s blatant
i’m spilling blood on the pavement
i got you pleadin’, just save it
i’ll go and f~ck up your placement
i got the blade totin metal
i check him, aim at his dental
come with the shade like a pencil
he finna fade like a freckle
i’m on your block, it ain’t scary tho
bumpin’ grxm on the stereo
guess they like my sound
took your b~tch, cause i cannot share a hoe
all these b~tches be geekin’, and all they mans be some leeches
got an invite from the goobers, now they beg for some features
[verse 6: tsywarm]
(yessir!)
they beggin’ for some features
talkin’ tough, then i’ll delete ya
on the beat a f~ckin’ creature
here’s a lesson, i’m the teacher
man i dare a f~ckin’ p~ssy to make a move up on the best of me
i make it sound so f~cking nice, you’d think you’re on some ecstasy
p~ssy talking tough up the beam a pole
i don’t even know if we beefing for sure
stupid motherf~cker gonna reap what he sow
man i’ll put a motherf~cker in a 6 feet hole

[outro: tsywarm]
team 2 on top, don’t you dare try to play me
you can run all you want, but you’ll be pushing up daisies

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