FW The Goat (RIP POP)
Mr.Money
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Ahh, she just wanna f*ck with the goat My killas on go She just wanna My killas on go She just wanna f*ck with the goat She just wanna f*ck with the goat She just wanna f*ck with the goat My killas on go Bitch I got mink for the coat Bitch I got mink for the coat Bitch I got mink for the coat She just wanna ride Baby look me in the eyes Ain't been getting no sleep I'm tired Probably 'cause I'm getting high Pulled up in the Range I bought her I've never talked to her father I'd really love that honor She with me, I spend racks on your daughter Moment of silence for Pop Feel like I've been on the bottom But they tell me that I'm at the top Need a billy if I wanna stop Glock on my waist it resemble a prop Can't go broke like Joc Kick in his door, we forgot how to knock I need me a rider I just pulled up in a Spyder Big body Benz, so the back get wider I'm balling so hard so they checking the sliders This shit off of the dome ain't no need for a writer I'm in the stu yeah it's just me That watch on your wrist it disgust me I kept it real from the jump, never switched sides All of my niggas can trust me I heard that you ratted Drip on my body this shit automatic Pop 3 percs, bitch I'm high as an attic Regular shit, it's becoming a habit I just pulled up with the plastic Probably 'gone swerve your lil nigga in traffic I send a blitz like Madden Niggas they pussy they don't want the static Got a big 38 for the weapon Pull up and shoot like I'm Stephen That 23 shots at your melon My bro up in heaven Don't be the next one you 'gone learn yo lesson My girl up in first, no second She heaven sent, her number is all 10 7's You fucking with her then we stepping She down on her knees, finna give me a blessing, ahh Down on her knees finna give me blessing Give me a blessing Down on her knees finna give me blessing Big 38 finna teach him a lesson, ahh My killas on go She just wanna f*ck with the goat She just wanna f*ck with the goat She just wanna f*ck with the goat My killas on go Bitch I got mink for the coat Bitch I got mink for the coat Bitch I got mink for the coat She just wanna ride Baby look me in the eyes Ain't been getting no sleep I'm tired Probably 'cause I'm getting high Pulled up in the Range I bought her I've never talked to her father I'd really love that honor She with me, I spend racks on your daughter
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