Goolies
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Songtext von Goolies

GenreHip Hop Rap
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(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story) yeah, yeah Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah (You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo) yeah, yeah Mm Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with She lied to you, said the other one: Don't be too foolish I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie Yeah, yeah, say, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah, huh I pop hella shit, I got my own bands Can't flex my brother shit, you know that I'm a grown man I bet she still in the house, you'll think I named her Homestead I spread her legs out when we fuck 'cause my lil bitch, she bowlegged I ride with two toolies, I'm blammin', think I'm stupid Never seen this movie, 007 shootin' Go big KRIS to hit somethin', in here, it's not enough roomin' My whip got more than six gears, you know I'm zoomin' Don't got no fan, I can't try to cool it Opps givin' hints, keep talkin' 'bout they gon' kill me, you been tryna do it Got rich and bought my killers hella guns, I modified my shooter He tryna act like he get killed but only on computer Tweakin', pop out both of 'em, Gen, the fire sound like a Ruger Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with She lied to you, said the other one: Don't be too foolish I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie Send 'em to the goolie Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie Send 'em to the goolie

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