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cuzzos - goldmembers lyrics

[intro: diana ross]
do you know where you’re going to?
do you like the things that life is showing you?
where are you going to?
do you know?
where are you going to?
do you know?
where are you going to?
do you know?

[verse]
whatever that they say i did, believe ’em
i ain’t clearing up my name, i don’t care if you believe it
sick my homegirl on your n+gga, she a real good pleaser
wanna be up on my team, i might make him a receiver

he like love mе, milly’s supposed to love me
n+ggas drеaming i’m a demon, keep it real, you know you lucky
n+ggas think they got me stuck, i’m socking b+tches cause it’s funny
would’ve whooped deena ass each way but loose if it was me

number one in this b+tch and that’s that
you can’t sit with us, my cousin’s up with the fat stacks
it’s a strong chance of rain, i’m with the n+ggas with money
n+ggas slipping, that’s your mans on the floor, tell them run it
man, these p+ssy n+ggas hating, yeah
got them sick to they tummy
they really b+tching and complaining, should be worried about money
pillow talking, writing statements on the gram, acting funny
n+ggas sick, we making hits, wheezing, coughing, nose runny

on my indo harvey in the coupe with my new boo
yo b+tch thirsty for me, she got a taste, now she took too
cool it effie, yo n+gga wanna be next to me
his mouth sewed to ass, like we the human centipede

a bomb angel, in palm angels, b+tch i really get dough
it’s a movie when i walk in b+tches ass hit the floor
yo b+tch a lame, soft body, one we send to the store
real b+tches talking, call me martin, kicking pam’s out the door

pass the peas like we used to do
n+gga sick, nose running trying to say it’s the flu
we on your head, i know you feel it
ain’t no strays, p+ss ‘n boots
i come direct, give me respect
b+tch it’s up it’s no truce

it’s everybody, then you, b+tch you’re last
hate lames, l7s, you’re trash
switching lanes, chasing fame, do the dash
n+ggas b+tches, the new hoes, i’ll pass
took it break from school just to test the rap route
accidentally made some bangers, so i guess i rap now
weird duppy n+ggas hating, stomping feet, they lash out
took his music off the gram, that sh+t was weak, he tapped out

i got it
turn your wigs around
b+tches trying to keep a look, we can tell you man down
i’m a b+tch that ttg, he blind to you, i make him see
gold member, b+tch on d+ck, trying to copy, mini me
evil

[outro]
hey, i was just calling to let you know
i listened to all y’all songs this morning
you b+tches is really high power, dead homies

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