king lil g – goon$ lyrics
[verse 1]
i live in the world
where the haters talk sh-t about you
if you get money
man that sh-t is ugly
i found a few connects
when i was young
selling dope was never easy
man i’m telling you, i got lucky
i was up on alameda
cruisin’ down the street
usually a pretty b-tch
up on my driver seat
inhale exhale
i hate it when you lie to kick it
b-tches need to keep it real
i give a f-ck how you feel
i got some dope money
then i went & paid my momma’s bills
notorious smoked with the gang
spit flows & i never say no to a fade
zip-lock bags full of dro & some caine
in my zone all i do is put doe in the bank
hoes better know what i smoke & i drank
extendos & a half a “o” on the tray, lets roll
[hook]
b-tches got my name tattoo’d on em
thinking that they got me on lock (never!)
i’m at a party with a couple of goons
and i’m hoping that n0body get shot (get it)
no party like a gangsta party
no party like a gangsta
no party like a gangsta party
ain’t no party like a gangsta
[verse 2]
i come from the gang
yeah i come from the streets
yeah i still get har-ssed by the f-cking police
you still on the run
and you still getting guns
you livin’ like f-ck it
i’m still sellin’ drugs
don’t understand what i gotta do
to make you understand
all i had was a couple soups
i grew up kinda screwed up
started getting tatted
everything about me blew’d up
listening to wu-tang, cash rules
money over hoes
even if she got me tattoo’d
came back in a all black benz’s
its a trip how i went
and i lost a few friends
the evil amongst a few men
i lost a few hoes i was with
f-ck em i’m still gettin’ bread
i’m still gettin’ way up ahead
i’mma f-ck with your best friend instead
you still being watched by the feds
[hook]
[verse 2]
i come from the gang
yeah i come from the streets
yeah i still get har-ssed by the f-cking police
you still on the run
and you still getting guns
you livin’ like f-ck it
i’m still sellin’ drugs
don’t understand what i gotta do
to make you understand
all i had was a couple soups
i grew up kinda screwed up
started getting tatted
everything about me blew’d up
listening to wu-tang, cash rules
money over hoes
even if she got me tattoo’d
came back in a all black benz’s
its a trip how i went
and i lost a few friends
the evil amongst a few men
i lost a few hoes i was with
f-ck em i’m still gettin’ bread
i’m still gettin’ way up ahead
i’mma f-ck with your best friend instead
you still being watched by the feds
[hook]
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