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joe goonie - generals (stfu 2) lyrics

[intro: gmo stax]
gmo
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
(h_lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1: gmo stax]
it’s true i was f_cked up before
and it’s true that i ain’t goin’ back broke
ogs ain’t showin’ love no more
now they ass can’t even come back around
probably mad ’cause it’s a young n_gga world
the old hoes even want young n_ggas now
diss me so he can get him some clout
gon’ be a whole lot of young n_ggas die
movin’ slow, it’s like a six in my pop
they need to let my zone 6 n_ggas out
tryna hit him with a brick when he out
bro in the feds, i need to get him a phone
know my n_gga wanna talk all day
used to ride and lеt it spark broad day
used to be f_cked up on that block all day
lеarned on my own, they ain’t showed me a way
n_ggas hate, but they smile in my face
used to show love ’til i seen there wasn’t none
make a way so my n_ggas can shine
buy whips so my n_ggas can drive
i ain’t trippin’, i done been at the bottom
freaky b_tch eat the d_ck when she swallow
wasn’t with us, we was hoppin’ in strikers
can’t be with us when we on stage shinin’
can’t chill now, it’s hard to stop, we winnin’
ain’t hard to tell, b_tches know who that n_gga
used to couldn’t afford it, now i buy that sh_t
f_ck it up, then buy it again
just sit back and watch me f_ck up a check
sit back, watch ’em all drop dead
it’s to the point n_ggas don’t want no problems
and if it is, bro, don’t even worry ’bout it
thought i was yak, how i be with them snipers
left his ass right there and left his mans on his side
if i shoot it, i ain’t missin’, this sh_t ain’t rocket science
’cause i’ma walk his ass down, put that sh_t on the bible
was just chillin’ on rodeo, woke up on ocean drive
it’s heavy motion over here, we can’t compare to the opps
when i get bored, hit the city, go and hit me a block
try to run like ricky, shot his dumb ass down (my n_gga lee, i think we got another one, boom)
[verse 2: peezy]
we be goin’ in, b_tch, it’s ghetto boyz, you know it is
feel like a polar bear, got too much ice on me, it’s cold in here
they paid me twenty for a show again, here we go again
i brought a pole in here, we cookin’ dope in here, don’t go in here
i might jump back on the road again, hit the o again
might do a turnaround in cincinnati, go reload again
i took the rollie off, put on a patek and it’s frozen, yeah
my n_ggas happy, i’m back in my baggie, this for soda, yeah
i got a bad b_tch, her body like a coca_cola, yeah
you thinkin’ i’ma miss out on this paper, boy, you slow as h_ll
don’t pull next to the demon tryna race it, boy, you slow as h_ll
don’t come around me tryna take no picture, boy, you bold as h_ll
tryna get my n_ggas out the street so they don’t go to jail
where johnny dang at? i’m out in houston, b_tch, i want a grill
i don’t like to f_ck without a perky, bae, i need a pill
how you ain’t got no cheese, you over thirty? you can’t be for real

[verse 3: babyface ray]
you know i don’t f_ck with them, you know that it’s up with them
presi’ on me plain jane, my b_tch rock the same thing
cooper street mob ties, i f_ck with the generals
20k’ll get you touched for real, don’t send subliminals
if we talkin’ bags and that b_tch heavy, my boys federal
busy_ass n_gga, might fit your b_tch in my schedule
n_ggas ride the wave a lot, i do the sh_t they never do
if it’s good work, we stretch it out like ms. incredible
i hope you step for me, ’cause if it’s love, know i’ll step for you
ayy, most these n_ggas lame, i teach the game, just do what’s best for you
i smash it off the lot, then drop the top to get a better view
i turned it up a notch, look at my crib, that b_tch got levels too (ayy)
look at my wrist, look at my neck, that b_tch be dancin’, yeah
feel like tay b, i’m up for real, i’m never landin’, yeah
if my cd flop, i’m catchin’ sales again
we got tan again, we got white, smoke like amsterdam
[verse 4: kdoe]
i’m finna make ’em sick, i’m finna f_ck up n_ggas’ appetite
this ain’t call of duty, but i’m goin’ on a k!ll strike
i can murder n_ggas anytime i really feel like
don’t want me on them songs, n_ggas scared to share them field lights
my thirty ’round this b_tch, goonie, put this f_ckin’ beat on ice
put my words on any song, i bet i bring this b_tch to life
loaded with that chocolate, n_gga, and i get that baby white
and i got them ‘bows that be louder than a dynamite
schedule a candlelight once i’m done with this b_tch
i feel like ken on street fighter how i be punchin’ the bricks
i’m finna drop a caddy truck and i’ma slap that b_tch on forgiats
whole hood sh_ttin’, call a semi, we need porty_pots
ask peter marco, i spent sixty on a f_ckin’ watch
let me talk my sh_t, extend the beat, i’m runnin’ out of clock
sets with them fetti sales and i don’t know how to f_ckin’ stop
b_tch, i’m really one of them, heard n_ggas actin’ like i’m not
i don’t really rap, but to these streets, i’m really dedicated
i don’t really rap, but my n_ggas wanna see me make it (my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
it’s a hit, my n_gga h_lly made it (h_lluva made this beat, baby)
lil’ n_ggas

[verse 5: baby money]
naw, we can’t match no line, i need a four, i really need a seal
forty pointer white buffs, i can’t see for real
that n_gga taught me how to eat

- joe goonie lyrics

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