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ssg splurge – goop wolf flow lyrics

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f+ckin his b+tch, he mad at me
really been chillin’, i ain’t missin’ out on sh+t
they know i shoot, throw that bag at me
ten racks quick, get a n+gga ass flipped
water, i got this sh+t off a ship
on my daughters, i’ll shoot this b+tch off a hip
sh+t regardless, i’ll shoot this b+tch out from here
threw the wrap on the coupe like 3 musketeers
red light, green light; musical chairs
ssg we the bad news bearers
might buy her a wig, i been grabbin’ her hair
all white in this b+tch like a rabbit in here
too up to get to me, need you some stairs
i got glizzy’s, you lil n+ggas need you security
i ain’t payin’ n0body for protection, you hear me?
but i’ll shoot every bullet in this b+tch if i’m wary
n+gga shakin’ in his boots, i can tell he scary
i done bought all the drank so i know its been scarce
i been rockin’ big stones since my ears been pierced
i been promoting violence, peer+pressure my peers
goopiest wolf, move like me; need to open a book
harder they hit by the closer you look
i sent a b+tch to the coast with a cook
she treat the pot like a roast while she cook it
i’m in the trap with the roaches and stuff
what typa birds? i got chickens and doves
hand got that stank, i can’t give you a hug
hang a lil’ b+tch, tried to play with my money
f+ck with they son, lets go hit up the club
heard he ain’t know what to do with them onions
percocet too and i’m full of that mudd
don’t need no b+tch, i’ll be cool with my cup
f+ck with that drank, i been needin’ that love
you get a pack, you better beat it right up
play with this sh+t, we leave blood in yo’ rugs
ask him do he wanna shoot, he shrugged, like f+ck ’em
we in the strip with 10 guns, we clutchin
you know i’m smoke king;
get a n+gga k!lled by a dope feign for a mcdouble or something
soon as that door ring, there go a hunnid
soon as that door swing, shoot ’em in public
percocet od’ll play with her conscience
choppa thats on me’ll sing like ashanti
i got some sh+t that’ll fight all yo’ punches
i got some sh+t that’ll leave you on crutches
i got some sh+t that’ll stop all that nonsense
he tried to play now that whole crib haunted



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