lirik lagu meek mill - goons gone wild
[verse 1: meek mill]
tre pound, crack crown
meek milly, bloodhound
grimy, thirsty, ’bout it you heard me
glizzy on de-deck
clip whole thirty
looking for these f-ck boys to do these n-ggas dirty
ya play tough i dare you
my goons, they balloon sh-t air you
nah n-gga i ain’t trying to hear you
and i don’t need no four pound cause i ain’t trying to scare you
i just take the nina raw, get up on you near you
action 40 lightning bl–dy near you, tear you
my n-ggas be riding low
tinted with them choppers though
we spin yo block my mr. softee, spot you like a domino
simon say he want you dead, i say that you got to go
so we gone drop some sh-t on you geronimo, asap
make that n-gga diddy bop take that, take that
send him on a trip without a sp-ce pack, bow
my hood like goons gone wild
where ernie said he don’t want no beef he want a cow
a fool with them tools we don’t even let him touch them
get freaky with them heaters he be trying to finger f-ck them
n-ggas creeping in my main yard, peeking through the window
bird hunting like the gun game on nintendo
wish that i was there i probably would’ve let them in though
and stretch one of them n-gga like a limo
trying score a touchdown, n-gga f-ck around and catch an ino
cause i ain’t never go to sleep n-o, nizzaw
can’t get behind me cause my back to the wizal
gat in my drizzaws, ready to clap izzoff
they gon’ murder me so i got to murder them first
and i gon’ k!ll his brother cousin, him first
give them n-ggas brim work, chest work
they say that that’s the best work
so i’m gon’ gun them down like an expert, tise
aiming at chu and my mac gon’ sneeze
my refrigerator put you on freeze
f-ck out of here
we do them n-ggas right and get up out of there
same place you put your hat my n-ggas throwing hollows there
[verse 2: ar-ab]
i’m loading up the oo-wop
listening to 2pac
i’m a dope boy so the money in the shoe box
a hundred grand large, all off of hard
i don’t f-ck with rappers all y’all frauds
calling all cars, ar-ab got a gun
crack in the bag cause ar-ab got a son
and he got to eat, by any means
i got two things, f-ck a hoop dream
make it to the nba that’s a pipe dream
they end up smoking rock out of pipe screen
i play the night scene, hard rock pitching
forty-four with the long nose scott pippen
i put it on the line, i put it on my mom
i’ve been shooting n-ggas since they put it in my palm
put it in my hands, them cooked up grams
where i’m from all the drug dealers was the man
so f-ck a rap buzz, i got a rap sheet
i’m a legend in jail, and trap streets
[?] like ar-ab just chill
you just beat a body and you still trying to k!ll
they talking to a deaf man, forty in my left hand
give a n-gga wig shots then look for the next man
i shoot ’til the tec jam, then p-ss [?]
a lord take my soul if ar-ab [?]
trying to rob ar-ab n-ggas asking to die
last n-gga tried i was booking that five
years in the cell, i called my little brother
he hit both witness, then i got acquitted
i wave one hand and my n-ggas tilt heads
i tell them break a leg i ain’t talking show biz
i talking your kids, i make them show ribs
my gun so big it take his whole head
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu steven malcolm - leh get it
- lirik lagu b.r.o (pl) - pod prąd
- lirik lagu ziggy marley - look who's dancing - live version
- lirik lagu slim rimografia & thiago beats - meu tesouro
- lirik lagu carlos sadness - bikini
- lirik lagu ronnie white (russia) - отъебись мудила (fuck off)
- lirik lagu thundamentals - sally
- lirik lagu mat lee - verbal sematics
- lirik lagu kamiyada+ - restraints
- lirik lagu ill-noize - separation of church & state (of mind)