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lirik lagu dirty stick – goonew

[intro: goonew]
cha, cha, goonrich
cha, homicide
gang, goonrich
ridin’ ’round in that kompressor with my lil bro good intent, aye
what, what, what

[verse 1: goonew]
pull on the block with a dirty stick
junkies, they comin’ so i’m beatin’ my wrist
f-ck on that ho and she suck the whole clique
[?] blue tips, yeah, i shoot the whole clique
shootin’ that draco with two hands, b-tch
dunkin’ too much, had to f-ck up my wrist
ride in the foreign, you know that it’s tinted
i’m servin’ my auntie, she makin’ me dinner (hey, auntie)
percs comin’ in and i’m f-ckin’ a dentist
live in the trap and i sleep in the kitchen
still on the block with that 30 extension
b-tch i’m with lou [?],but he takin’ your [?]
homicide gang comin’ through with the fit
i got [?], flood out the dope in the kitchen
double back gang, hit him up if i’m missin’
i got the best [?], you can flow, you can dig it
switch it up, cook, they was stealin’ my swag
hatin’ -ss n-gg- tryna eat up the dab
hundred round drum, i ain’t goin’ out sad
og, boy, told me how to beat up the pot
i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch and i’m smackin’ her around
i’m goonrich, b-tch, and, i stay with the cash
f-ck up this beat ’cause i got the best swag
come in the trap, you can get you the bag
i ain’t from atlanta, but i dip and i dab
i f-ck on a ho and i’m robbin’ her dad
i’m sippin’ on tech, you sippin’ on swag
if you want smoke, make a left on the ave
i come in the club and i’m throwin’ them bands
he wanted an ounce, but i gave him a half
i come in the trap and i’m doin’ my dab
homicide gang comin’ through with the mag

[verse 2: lil yachty]
million dollar kid, totin’ hollow tips
chopper bust, sound like an adlib
made the b-tch slob, need a baby bib
five cars parked at the new crib
new whip brown like a baby back smoked rib
hit a b-tch, put her in the uber, that’s a roadk!ll
coupe on 4 wheels, b-tch off 4 pills
iced out new grill

[verse 3: lil dude]
uh, me and jay brown in the big wheel
spendin’ the band on your block, it’s a fish tail
b-tch, i’ll still do the windmill
i don’t f-ck with 12, man, i don’t eat pig tails
homicide boys, leave the sh-t on your windsheild
hop out the cut, hoodrich got big steel
luciano smoke, i ain’t here
post in the trenches with my n-gg-s all night for real

[verse 4: jay brown]
you ain’t talkin’ money, shut the f-ck up
i done fell in love with my b-tch ’cause she stuck up, yeah
nina ross with me, gotta tuck up
in the trap with the bag, tryna get my bucks up, yeah
4 ounces, gotta pour my crush up
money talk, b-tch -ss n-gg- need to hush up, yeah
lil n-gg- got a n-gg- shook up
lookin’ for the kid, i advise you to look up, yeah
it ain’t no limit on money we spendin’ daily, master p got the hook up, yeah
we in the trap with some b-tt naked b-tches and them b-tches know how to cook up, b-tch

- goonew

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