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goobers – 127 mph كلمات اغاني

start talkin sh_t boy and we get you hit
we going to smoke on that pack finally roll like a spliff
all these b_tches be talkin but i’m pistol packing
hoe i’m never lacking yo b_tch finally tap in

pullin out the chopper ima make him bleed
bro smoking gas yeah we smoking that weed
driving so fast you can call me lightning
berretta on my belt b_tch stop fighting

tap that berretta my homies is better
we high off that blunt better go bite the dust
talkin that cap ima let that sh_t spray
shoot you for no reason like what’d i say?

what’d you say?
me n wubba going to spray
better get out my face cuz you b_tches is lame

aye b_tch on my lanе like get out my way
ruin your life i’ll ruin your facе

hey who’s this?
b_tch my name is squizzy
i get on the beat and i make it look easy
no kizzy
i’m with the goobers, we doin’ like 100 shows in your city
wait wait
we going to spin this block like a rubik cube
wait wait
we going to spin it back like a cul de sac
aye aye
brody talkin’ sh_t i ain’t one to chat
hey hey
ima pass it off like a quarterback

take it down back, b_tch how sad
move these wrists like a b_tch, godd_mn
got to heart o’ lack, now the world glad, f_ck your track
team two hitting home, give the world a heart attack, like woah
who me? nah i’m just fine, read the sign
f_ck a bank, b_tch we going to make the world blind
budder really going to hack the worlds “free” mind
do a day, in a chase, we don’t need time

on the internet, talkin’ sh_t, and i’m like (who)
“fake motherf_ckers” say me, but that’s (you)
be a ghost, goobin’ bout, split the world in (two)
get a blame game, pointed, and i’m like

sit down with yo plastic toys, and get a listen
i don’t f_ck with you, when i got my own vision
count a bet, write a check, say we met, i forget
f_ck a jet, play roulette. i’m in debt

and i pull up with a stick
and its chillin’ on my hip
got a toolie in the crib
hitting harder than the kick
2k on my wrist
your b_tch she mid
my b_tch she bad she bad as sh_t
you a fake you a lame get off my d_ck
got a 9 got a tec posted with a stick
you talk down shut up or get bl!cked
ghosts only pull up with a badass drift
up, down, left, right
what you try to do tonight
shawty tryna eat
she just wanna take a bite
baby les go
lets fly
solo
loco
take it slow
make a show
find a flow
so you know

drop it down real low
show us you a pro
i fly out to mexico
onto the studio
what you waiting for
hop on the wip
people don’t like me?
i show them the clip

pack dance range, maybe pull a double homicide
ain’t it real strange, fly a height, f_ckin’ pick a side

(naw) smoking on that pack till sundown, b_tch
ill combo yo ass and i’ll leave ya in a ditch

yuh, we going to get hot in the stu no equator
if he want the beef i’ll serve him like a waiter

(ay) i’m makin’ the paper that won’t even save her on
blowing my d_ck like a f_cking vapor

and i’m on demon time put a bullet in yo mind
22 sitting on my side finally blow it like a mine

yea we got you on sight come and catch me outside
hoe i’m still popping pills with a badass b_tch

- goobers

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