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goonew – geeked up lyrics

[intro: goonew]
goonrich, n-gg-
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
hah, hah

[chorus: goonew]
i need that drank, just poured me a line up
geeked up, high as f-ck, got my mind stuck
bad b-tch, and she sippin’ on the wine stuff
homicide, yeah my n-gg-s doin’ crime
fox 5, all them n-gg-s, they be dyin’
straight drop, servin’ junkies all the time
tony hawk, yeah, b-tch, i’m on the grind
bad b-tch, green eyes, call her slime
i need that drank, just poured me a line up
geeked up, high as f-ck, got my mind stuck
bad b-tch, and she sippin’ on the wine stuff
homicide, yeah my n-gg-s doin’ crime
fox 5, all them n-gg-s, they be dyin’
straight drop, servin’ junkies all the time
tony hawk, yeah, b-tch, i’m on the grind
bad b-tch, green eyes, call her slime

[verse 1: goonew]
bad b-tch text me like what you doin’
i told her i’m too high, i’m on the moon
my houston b-tch, yeah, she doin’ the shrooms
i got a hotel, come up to the room
one night, i ain’t really with the two
trap n-gg-, yeah, i’m really sellin’ goop
one shot, yeah, i’m curry when i shoot
four-five, yeah, them bullets come and do you
i’m the sh-t like i play for the browns
pounds in, and i had ’em bust it down
bad b-tch, and i had to lay it down
goonrich, and i tote a hundred rounds
sensei in the trap, i break it down
that ain’t no k!ller, n-gg-, that’s a clown
big truck slidin’ with the windows down
gloves on and they missin’ every crime
i got the straight drop in the big jar
i got the junkies callin’, where the order?
big gun on me, n-gg-, it’s a flamethrower
i’m servin’ j’s, yeah, in the rainstorm
i got a junkie testin’ all the yay for me
block hot, and i’m trappin’ off a payphone
ahk block, and i told my n-gg- pray for me
rocks on, i ain’t really have to pay for it

[verse 2: lil dude]
white b-tches and the b-tches off the powder
the stick, it be kickin’ like n-gg-s on rush hour
put his -ss on the plate and devour
chest shot, face shot, them n-gg-s sour
i’m trippin’ off lean, i been leanin’ for hours
you got iou, you don’t even know your vowels
if i’m sendin’ the shooters, then you in the clouds
now your face on the explore page, i ain’t even gotta (on god)
this sh-t on me, n-gg-, like a pop up
i’m double back gang so she givin’ the top up
homicide boy made a n-gg- get guap up
i make it a clean up, bro, they got mop tucked
teddy bear gang do surgery like nip tuck
big homie ’round the way, n-gg-, you a lil’ bruh
i’m flexin’ these n-gg-s but i never did a sit-up
i whipped out a stick, now that n-gg- got hiccups
i’m sellin’ out bombs, my n-gg-s do pick ups
i ran up them bands, that pack got delivered
that gas bag smell like a bag of them chitlins
we be in the trenches with lions, gorillas
we be in the trenches with hot n-gg-s
i’m straight drop, n-gg-, i hopped out the pot, n-gg-
might smack a n-gg- with the stacks
go f-ck up that money then get it right back, back

- goonew lyrics

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