kunzy - gooners lyrics
{intro}
we must stop godzilla before he destroys the city!
what could he want?
unless we find+
{verse 1: kunzy}
unless we find sum funds
money that we’re makin every day
stackin up our cash daily trips to the bank
blastin all these p+ssies just like jack and hank
the money and fame are factors rappers always tryna claim
with a crack house
slack jawed p+ssies always clawin at their ipod
then we come in sprayin like a brand new can of lysol
like saw dyin when you actin disobedient so
careful when you crossin on a tightrope or you might fall
don’t be callin when you have your money low
i know im a king and i am never gonna get dethroned
goin way too hard with my bars gotta keep it low
now its time to chill out, just like i got sum placebo
you know that peter piper picked the pack of peppers cuz he know whats better
flyin with no feathers like a penguin in cold weather i am
clever
a g+nius with my rhymes this i know
had to drop that final statement. it’s time to go
{verse 2: realaj}
sweeping the streets, tommy gun in my pocket
my goons check out your wallet then you know you’d better drop it
personal +rs+nal all you gotta do is drop names
joke around with boss you get the gat we don’t play no games
got a hit on a pr+ck get it done
you anger the boss? you better run
billions, we got way more than one
original gangsters we like our guns
air out your biggest men leave you stunned
silver royce hit it with double pumps
did you see that pr+ck’s face when he got jumped?
“uhbuhbuhbuh hey take it easy man we’re done!”
now it’s the end of the day, blood on my ironed white shirt
so many people got got, left all those f+ckers in the dirt
woke up the next day got some more gabagool
our gang’s swimming in dollars, call that sh+t a cash pool
{verse 3: aceb+lls
its the boss here runnin operations in my city
disposin of the garbage and disposin of it quickly
see it as a business but others see me like im sickly
if my goons don’t do it right i k!ll em like a grizzly
countin up the money and you know the stacks are fat
steppin on my turf and i hit you with the gat
got a problem with me and i’ll meet you on the flat
oh you’re gonna k!ll me? yeah we’ll see about that
goons poppin out, see ya shakin in your boots
lookin all around, tryna find yourself a route
you start dashin, crashin and you start a pursuit
till u hit the asphalt cuz we’re not scared to shoot
case closed day done we made a lot of money
gonna take a load off, margaritas somewhere sunny
nose is runny, cunning like charisma at its finest
margarita got here leave a tip like im linus
{outro}\
all due respect…
you’ve got no f+ckin idea what it’s like to be number one
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