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bas - golden goals lyrics

general guide line for life i
can’t kill my vibe, be confined, my
come to ny city, i’m in the skyline
but we find diamond, my n-gg-, we ain’t find diamond
hit the halasca for cheap plates
hit the hideline, that’s a cheap date
i ain’t worried who f-ck he is
do what you do, girl, f-ck it, we live
hundred n-gg-s yellin’ ny back,
i hear them rapping, they only said ny back
from queens to harlem, to garden, i’m only here ny clap
i’mma move out the callie, got a little thing at the valley
and this one girl, i had her for hooka
i wish i knew for short how to maneuver her
proof, through the city like a presidential motor k
on my way to the motherf-cking stone shape
on my mind, i’m smokin’ that great a
runnin’ with the same n-gg-s since grade a
you ain’t never seen no strange ones appear
my n-gg-s been the same ones for year
n-gg-s been the same most for years
i don’do it for the peers, i do it for the fam
all of my anger is clear
other day, yo, i was shopping other day yo
got a call from my n-gg- chay, yo
i gotta get away, yo
who’s the n-gg-s like everyday
18 months, i’mma get into a bus
comin’ up and we never lookin’ back
need the rags and the cuts that bleed deep
three ducks in the truck like bip bip
life is what you make of it, that’s plato

- bas lyrics

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