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grrjott - i'm goin lyrics

{intro}
i got that foreign lil b+tch on my top now
lights coming up, but i can not stop now
playing that defense i got ‘em on lock down
i’m coming up, i can not stop now
i got your best friend, or should i say bestie
countin’ the skittles, i know i got many
countin’ the m’s, and i know i got many
i got a friend, gotta keep it real steady

{chorus}
yeah i’m goin’
makin’ bands
makin’ fans yeah
yeah i’m goin’
to the top, i do a dance yeah
yeah i’m goin’
makin’ bands
makin’ fans yeah
yeah i’m goin’
to the top, i do a dance yeah (to the top)
gotta stick, gotta bl!ck
stop callin’ my phone
melly rockin’ to the haters, with the f+cking flow (melly rockin’ uh)
i got secrets that the haters really want to know
money in my pockets yeah
i just nеver show
{verse}
i can never go
i can nеver show
money in my pockets (yeah)
i don’t need a loan
i think i need a coat
diamonds frosty like some snow
pull up in that royce
the constellations glow
one small step for a man
money pourin’ up
neil armstrong i’m goin’ up
ugly b+tch glowin, glowin’ up
pull up in a foreign+a
pull up with a stick (uh huh)
but there’s nothing
but there’s nothing that i’m throwin’ up (what)

{chorus}
yeah i’m goin’
makin’ bands
makin’ fans yeah
yeah i’m goin’
to the top, i do a dance yeah
yeah i’m goin’
makin’ bands
makin’ fans yeah
yeah i’m goin’
to the top, i do a dance yeah (to the top)
gotta stick, gotta bl!ck
stop callin’ my phone
melly rockin’ to the haters, with the f+cking flow (melly rockin’ uh)
i got secrets that the haters really want to know
money in my pockets yeah
i just never show
{verse}
lets make a deal (deal)
lets make a deal (deal)
f+ckin’ on yo’ b+tch (what what)
that’s a steal
pull up in a coupe (what what)
get a fee
i’ma drive by (like a, like a)
navy seal
we be arguing to much
i got her diamonds so we could chill
cash on my body, you know that it’s filled
make the wrong move, gon’ be a thrill
you really want smoke the choppa gon’ k!ll
she got braces, my kids are in jail
pull up with the team, they never fail
sendin’ some bullets, not through the mail
not through the mail, what

- grrjott lyrics

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