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cartel madras - goonda gold كلمات الأغنية

[hook: contra & eboshi]

gold on my neck, i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
got white on the gl-ss; it’s a pooja
i’m a sharp shootah;
would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

gold on my neck, i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
gold on my neck, i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
gold on my neck, i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
got white on the gl-ss; it’s a pooja
i’m a sharp shootah;
would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

[verse 1: contra]

blonde b-tch hit like camorra
i made him so lithe and limber
got a few new rings on my fingers
and i covered it up with beringer

roll up my ganja when i take a sip
mallu trap babies with drippity drip
louis belt holdin a clip (sh-t)
the cut of my jib is a b-tch, hit

[verse 2: eboshi]

they trynna catch me in a goonda act
i got the tiger back tat and a toddy flask
i might roll through your gig with the doomsday mask
cold case, cuttin corners; call me zodiac

gotta get a good grip on the city
goonda gunna gonna make u trip for my city
g-ssed up when i finna rep for this city
tell me have you ever seen a thug so pretty?

[hook: contra & eboshi]

[verse 3: contra:

my sites in the east are moulded with gats
hands on the trigger, a soldier like that
be bolder than that, a few men at my flat
sweat on my back, don’t fumble with all of my stacks
pleasure me better, you’re strapped
move like a goonda with bats, a couple more times in the lakh
look from the side when we p-ss, i take my pick from the pack

[verse 4: eboshi]

gimme the belt and the shoes
b-tch i got nothing to lose
b-tch i be banging with booze and amused
i cruise with the crew, the views are my muse
cold sweats, blank cheques, break necks, stay wrecked
more s-x
i want drug money
onto the next bad hunny
look at me wrong you are so dummy

[hook: contra and eboshi]

[verse 5: contra]

tamil threads hanging from my waist in my mama house with a maruti
body coated like a f-cking snake, a knife in my blouse when i roam the street
gimme some heat with the chain on your chest
i make it clap like an uzi, i’m pressed
kissin my feet, i’m a k!ller connect
out of your league, so i come and collect

[verse 6: eboshi]

gold chain, cut lip, and you mad cuz i’m fit
i’m the baddest brown b-tch, might call for a hit
don’t start talking sh-t, with the crew in the whip
in the spot throwing shade, don’t step to my blade
goonda savage with the fade
stay afraid while i play with the yay for a raid
pushing weight, no delay
never stray from the path or the way
you betray me; it’s the end of your days….b-tch

[bridge: contra & eboshi]

b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold
b-tch i’m bad i’m brown i’m gold

[hook: contra & eboshi]

gold on my neck i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
gold on my neck i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
gold on my neck i’m a goonda
got guns in the air like a junta
got white on the gl-ss, it’s a pooja
i’m a sharp shootah;
would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

- cartel madras

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