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d goody - tunes lyrics

[verse 1: black zheep dz]
i once had a dream of whipping a red porsche
with expensive luggage coming from the airport
well it’s too bad i was off from a few quarts
because of the bottles of moscato handed to me by the force
but i figured it could happen if i show the remorse
all it take is just the villains, no need for these reinforcements
k!ll the game just by taking the court
and trying to give it change without coming up short
super high like when dope fiends snort
but only off of cannabis because i live in a airport
i just visualize, see them through the clear port
but they don’t want us to win, too bad we don’t care for thoughts
so i guess it’s us against the world with the villains riding shotty
they holding a double barrel
these b-tches do anything just for these diamonds and pearls
when you only trying to get a few nuts like squirrels
not too much luxury bars, no gucci
i rather make cash, chill out and buy sushi
and get groovy with my n-gg-s and the yellow bones
7f setting fire, yellowstone

[verse 2: flash giordani]
dr. flash i made the music my elective
robocop remove these lame rappers my directive
incentive to make my name top of the fame
no room, wide body taking up 3 lanes
i’m living the dream or maybe i’m still sleeping
f-ck the b-tch to death i ain’t having no bo peep’n
squealing, i don’t do these rats
set traps with the peanut b-tter lining as i’m eyeing these cats
yea p-ssy, flying with the wings of a god
then i realize that that’s the only reason i f-ck with broads
you can keep your thoughts, your 2 cents, rambling i’m a menace
nuisance, hit man precision when i’m lucid
it’s that quiet kid, shy and i won’t speak my mind
call of duty shoot em down before they can even climb
squidbillies let the devil come in, fighting 6’s with my 7’s
hide the women, children. villain, tighten visions, denzel taught well
locking hercules away, no key to the cell
this is super flash finest, writing at my highest
sonic sh-ll i’m speeding through the marijuana [?] b-tch

[verse 3: d goody]
it’s time for goody to spit
i had this dream in which i was 146
pounds, now, here it gets interesting
i could rap about anything and people just be digging it
automatically, goody d, call it goodmatic
arms was all tatted, had some weed in my pocket, and my d-ck was really packing
and my friend’s was getting b-tches, and they called each other villains
i was showing signs of brilliance
but my grades was badder than your little brother
skipped school 40 days and still going to graduate
smooth talking n-gg- with a clothing line coming out
every girl that i saw, just wanted to f-ck her mouth
take her to the bas-m-nt of my momma house
f-cked her face, then i checked my facebook account
gahtd-mn man swear them messages been pouring in
right now i got 3,584 friends
just imagine how many i’ll have next time i have this dream
watch my future come alive when i doze off to sleep
come to think, i been dreaming for awhile but i swear i don’t sleep
so all this sh-t happening must be reality, must be reality
tv viewers loving me, 7fv baby
make your ears bleed, turn your dreams to nightmares top f-cking speed
taking notes from my rich uncle charlie sheen
banging up in p-ss-es leaving tiger blood on ovaries
i don’t need gucci, louie, prada just to get a b-tch to notice me
but i got them vickie’s boy, got a drawer full of hosiery

- d goody lyrics

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