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lil dude & goonew - trap life lyrics

[intro: goonew & lil dude]
goonrich, goonrich, goonrich (what the f-ck going on, man?)
trapnana, trapnana (trapnana)
goonrich, goonrich
ayy goon, you know what the f-ck going on
ayy dog

[verse 1: goonew]
i rock that trap life, no eat
you f-cking with swav, then you f-cking with me
that 30 round hang, that’s my g
we came with them sticks, drums when we meet
southside b-tch with pretty feet
i got a little bad b-tch, south beach
chopper make him fold, n-gga, like a seat
i’m gone off the four, n-gga, off the creek

[verse 2: lil dude]
million dollar uptown popping
yeah, we be rocking, ain’t got an option
these n-ggas don’t got an option
if they be watching, then we be popping
down in the cut with my brodie
we’ve been in this sh-t, i might buy him a rollie
never speak on what my brother told me
young n-gga sh-t, still f-cking with the og’s

[verse 3: goonew]
me and lil dude need a rollie
i’ll call up my goons and i’ll call up my brodies
i’ll catch me a body and i’ll bet they don’t know me
i’ll f-ck on that b-tch and i’ll p-ss her to brodie
i’m shooting that gun ’cause i’m shooting like kobe
i’ll f-ck on that hoe and i’ll take her to kobe
f-ck that, sell them juggs to the dope dealers
them junkies, they coming, you know that they know me

[verse 4: lil dude]
i ain’t got no big homie
just a big 4-0 with me
trill n-ggas always with me
real n-ggas always feel me
your b-tch bad, i’ma get with that
catch a n-gga down bad, i’ma go get his -ss
trying to be a real n-gga when you a f-ck n-gga out here, going out sad
we came in with the bags
we came in with the halves
i got your b-tch on my d-ck
she wanna come through, get on the plane, catch jet lag
boom boom, hit on that toe tag
i shoot on the dribble, i’m making them so mad

[outro: goonew]
yeah, goon, yeah, yeah
b-tch, gang, gang, gang
goonrich, yeah, yeah

- lil dude goonew lyrics

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