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lil ginobili - goyard pt. 2 lyrics

i pour wocky in my glasses, n+gga i don’t drink mimosa
last n+gga made a quote, some shottas put em on a poster
real three leaf clover, n+ggas need to get some motion
they ain’t never had no money
i can tell by how he fold it

yo b+tch love the way i hold her
glock came without a holster
n+gga ion do no standards, pink runtz be the potion
smoke exotics to the face, i’m smoking k!ll and i love it
i be love all the opp thots, they love sending the drop
sipping wock, and cream soda, 30 sh+lls in my glock
i know my face card be hot, but i’ll still spin a block
a n+gga make me mad еnough, boy you don’t want me as yo opp
i don’t do the back and forth, i’ll drop a striker on yo block

n+ggas facе timing they opps, acting like friends, no you not
everybody say they k!llas, pull out they phone when they see opps
so who really k!lling n+ggas? i’m just questioning yo glock
you ain’t broke that b+tch in, you ain’t never fired a shot

i know some n+ggas wanna k!ll me, so it’s always one up top
i heard they sent a n+gga up, caught red dots no chicken_pox
got sh+ll catchers on my ar, we don’t even want his knot
he on his phone at the light, his live caught em bleeding out

i put my d+ck in her face, like breathe in and breathe out
you ain’t never fired a shot, ain’t never caught a rebound
these n+ggas say they getting money, still wearing levi’s
i know a n+gga taking hits, he told me call em lee john

i popped a perky and went looney you can call me kevon
monkey nuts on the ar i strum the chop, like draymond
she get a rush, she get a vibe, this b+tch from austin, tavon
i play a b+tch like clark kent, them bows got a dark scent

i call sierra, yeah she wet, she playing with it feel the mist
yeah i really like yo vibes but we ain’t cuffed so i won’t kiss
n+gga say he got a problem, so it’s that, you in the mix
caught three bodies in a day, i guess he had to pull a trick
frost danging off the neck, it’s vvs’s in the kit
really did this sh+t for years, i ain’t new, been in the mix
whip the pop inside the kitchen, grams think we cooking grits
you never active, yeah you had a pistol, stripped em out his bl!ck

can get you slimed, they finna scramble in, don’t make yoself a vick
i don’t know yo true intentions, seen the realist n+ggas switch
this a dirty ass game, you gotta learn to maintain
i’m kicked up in a loft
my lungs filled with propane

i had to learn it to a tee and lost it all but i regained
flip the clip and spin the chop, i nicknamed em d gainz
[he rocking dhgate buffs, i know he copped from ebay]
for real…….

- lil ginobili lyrics

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