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goobers - rapture. كلمات الأغنية

[intro: diorlevii]
b_tch we gettin’ down
cause the goobers in your town
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no motherf_ckin’ spongebob
our name is going ’round, while you lookin’ like a clown
if you talkin’ on the gang, you get cut off
posted with the gang and we causing a rapture
b_tch, it’s the finale, it’s the final chapter
goobers going up and everybody come after
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: ominvs]
f_ck, man, i’m sick of all these d_mn lies
fake ass rappers tryna pretend like you can’t die
my whole life changed when i saw my only mother cry
so for my family and my n_ggas, i up that d_mn fye
fah, fah, fah
b_tch, it’s ominvs, i’m constantly thinking about
these thoughts inside my head
probably better if i’m dead
p_ssy wanted the static, so now this knife up to his neck
now his blood up on my sweatshirt
it look better if it’s red

[verse 2: klover]
and like what if i was dead
all i’d want is to get my credit
all them designer and shiny things
ain’t gonna get you no leverage
i got a mix of intentions
and always wondering which are wrong
but i be takin’ my time
i’ll let you know when it’s time to go, hoe
who that?
throw this sh_t on and she move that
and like what if i was deadshippin’ it out but don’t move crack
and sorry i’m late, do excuse that
i need double and triple the salary for those
that help me put all these motherf_ckers on
airing it out before the curtain close
dropping more sh_t than they did on saigon
one more time and then here come the rapture
destine for something, you’ll see what come after
we breaking our back, expectations we shatter
the goobers is up, that’s the fact of the matter
we that motherf_ckin’ team
it’s that g, double o, and b
yeah it’s a bunch of crazy f_cks
cookin’ up some sh_t you never seen
[verse 4: zev]
i been on a chase, runnin’ up the racks
mo’ money, got a hundred k
swervin’ off a tab, bro not gettin’ the time of day
he not on the map, we got different plans
we left him behind, we on tour
so we countin’ bands
tell ya mans, he a little b_tch
chin check ya whole gang
they too p_ssy, they gon’ snitch
my lil ruger 5_7 ‘gon show you that i don’t miss
how i pull up in that beamer
i just pull up with the bl!ck

[verse 5: 666tsukasa]
shootin’ like the nba
lil b_tch, you know that i don’t play
doesn’t matter what beat, b_tch
i k!ll this sh_t like anyways
i’m still going hard when i be whispering
i ain’t leave no witnesses
she talk a lot and she ask me if i’m listenin’
like who? what do you mean?
lil b_tch, who the f_ck is you?
all my bills depressed
you know my car door’s suicidal too
b_tch says, “tsu, you’re k!lling it”
i know b_tch, that ain’t nothing new
say you knew me, but the new me ain’t really ‘gon f_ck with you
yeah, if i was you, i think i’d be on suicide watch
i’mma catch a body fit, black gloves, nylon
b_tch i know i’m petty, i ain’t letting go of bygones
i’m a triple six demon, got you sleepin’ with the lights on
[verse 6: biinjo]
ay, ay
double it, triple it, make money, flippin’ it
i got the mothaf_ckin’ energy missin’
my tweakin’ persistent, i’m easily dissin’
these rappers who cappin’, they trap when they isn’t
my vision is limited, smoke from the blunt
i’m coughin’ like sh_t, got me f_cked on the runts
i’m hobblin’ home, tryna keep up my balance
i stumble, i break, ain’t no talent about this
i’m travelin’, shows ain’t the only mission
i be makin’ a habit of tour bus livin’
f_ck around with the team, ain’t no twos can visit
take a look at my belt, only toolies in it
got the heat on my waist, i administer pain
chrome to your head, that’s confetti and brains
i’m spittin’ too fast, i might need me a break
i’m signing off, sayonara, seeya late’

[verse 7: eurei]
you ain’t sh_t to me
get the f_ck out my face
ten toes deep, huh
well you better pick the pace up
f_ck, sh_t
if you ever lackin’ pesos
you ain’t ever gonna earn respect
learn ya place, hoe
and my shooter’s choppa sing
hit the same note
in the back, i’m pullin’ all the strings, like a capo
you ain’t safe
shooters headin’ straight for your state
hide the gun sounds, behind the bass
[verse 8: slashest]
feelin’ like i’m dead, but i’m not like a zombie
fiening, and i’m fiening, and i’m fiening
try to haunt me
i’m feeling like i’m luffy, gotta catch another bounty
pouring rivers, from his face, all i see are nosebleeds
poppin’ it, and lockin’ it, and droppin’ it
i’m makin’ these ks and i pocket it
get the f_ck out my face, cause i’m rockin’ it
reaching for my gun, and i’m c_ckin’ it
ay, stop
you on discord, you ain’t got opps
clean you up with a d_mn mop
chop him, pop him, he ain’t walking
yeah, that’s a full stop

[verse 9: yungdrape]
you are chump, have a f_cking clip dumped
glock 19 up in your face, get paper like it’s buddy bucks
i’mma level up, i don’t give a f_ck
since you wanna taste of team one, your body is in the trunk
ay, b_tch
i’m on a motherf_cking k!lling spree
p_ssy ass n_ggas ain’t getting ahead of me
p_ssy ass n_gga’s a dumb f_ck
if you really think he can get the d_mn best of me
it’s okay if you say you never lie
team one up in this b_tch
team two, you’re gonna die

[outro: diorlevii]
now our time is up
but we don’t give a f_ck
this the finale, so you better f_cking run it up
talkin’ on the goobs, well you outta luck
this the finale, so you better f_cking run it up
so you better f_cking run it up

- goobers

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