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goober_official - big 40 lyrics
[chorus: goober]
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
[verse 1: goober]
cocaine, she on her lil peep sh_t
now she asleep with it
i ain’t tryna be with it
g perico, ain’t no sleep in my spot
take yo shoes off, but you can leave the socks
roddy ricch, got the box in the closet
it hold the stick, i can tip up your pockets
how you think i’m drippin harder than faucets
ski mask with it, lookin flyer than rockets
[bridge: goober]
beat ya ass cause i want my money
half a mil in the hotel, it’s funny i can say that
i ain’t worried bout a thing, got some blow back
lookin like gus fring, blow yo face off
try to play it off
p_ssy boy, everything i got it is paid off
blow a b_tch brain, she ain’t play soft
she throwing it back like it’s the playoffs
yuh
[chorus: goober]
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
big 40, got my 45 tucked
thick shorty, suck the tip real good
she doin her thing
yeah she dance on my wood
smashing her brain like her guts no good, ah
[verse 2: goober]
the streets dark, you can’t see it through my tinted windows
you hear them shots pop, it ain’t no accidental
just like $not, i want it now, barretta in the rental
ignore your call if you trippin, f_ckin with my mental
run up, two times, same day, different mask
and i ain’t playin with no hoe, i still want my cash
and if she ugly imma hit it, she just need a bag
tell my homie pass that
record this and run it back
i’m a running back in the hood i’m running bags
how you talking when you look like you be running drag
mamas closet, you be shopping and copping things
c_ck ring you be rocking to the c_ck exchange
you ain’t fighting, you barking
i swear i see yo fate
trigger finger itching and you lookin at stake
stare me in my f_ckin face i swear you’ll hate the taste of lead
tell me how you gonna make this one when god is dead
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