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lirik lagu supreme goyard – pedro manuel

[chorus: pedro manuel]
take off your top, i’m not asking, i’m tryna f*ck
in my bag moving a lot
i had problems shooting my shot
now i’m ghost
where the f*ck my n*ggas?
where the f*ck my b*tches?
f*ck your feelings
where the f*ck yo b*tch huh
i’m feeling like i shoot my shot, i don’t miss huh
i feel like gene simmons with that tongue, i don’t kiss, i don’t kiss

[verse 2: kashaun]
casualties are fanatics, the cream swole on my fabrics
the team goals are statics
supreme boyards the baggage
initials stand for k!ll confirmed
need a million can’t wait for my turn
press me in the urn
front a’s with cards spades, tables play gamble away, it takes
time for you to learn your place and how to split away
my plans will teach you something every time that you press play
you can’t sway ties, i’m neptune
think of me when you go to bed soon
manuel in a car that’s red soon
photos in the red room while i’m dressing in the bedroom
every day’s another day to push boundaries
flows still valid from the fountain speak
hard press foundries my soul worth the straw hat’s bounty
with the team singing shanties, you wet from the panties
on some d*mn knees so why can’t he?
take over the impossible with the family, grammys
whipping fried gold straight from the pantry
can we
be free
i don’t see why not, once we thicken the plot
separate from opps and never apply
feeling your hometown, i say kick rocks
those battles are mopped
rhyme spit on a sock
and my pen runneth through my soul
like a rock while you trot
i paved my way while you stuck up like blood clots
still black ops, n*gga, we the future
we the future
[chorus: pedro manuel]
take off your top, i’m not asking, i’m tryna f*ck
in my bag moving a lot
i had problems shooting my shot
now i’m ghost
where the f*ck my n*ggas?
where the f*ck my b*tches?
f*ck your feelings
where the f*ck yo b*tch huh
i’m feeling like i shoot my shot, i don’t miss huh
i feel like gene simmons with that tongue, i don’t kiss

[verse 2: pedro manuel
back in the day, i never had sh*t
i heard that you was a b*tch
so we take your money like lunch
and we count this money for fun
i shoot my shot, no ammo
i put in that extended mag tho
where the f*ck she at? i’m mad though
cause i want that ass on ass, huh
i don’t want that cash in black, huh
i wear all black and dab, huh
i don’t give no f*ck the cash, huh
i don’t kiss a b*tch, i don’t kiss and tell
i got robin williams, go and grant her wishes, huh
go and tell your mistress, huh
go and tell them boys i’m not leaving
tell them boys i’m here to stay
what the f*ck’s the reason, huh
keep me stated, keep me numb
keep me alive, let me go
i just be feeling the water, i mean
my soul is divine, i’m in control
keeping it real, you know i’m depressed
i hop in the booth and go get k!ll it and float
i’m f*cking ecstatic, b*tch, i ain’t manic
i’m f*cking raw and she want me to choke
where they at? where y’all at i want my fade
i need that sh*t today
i’m in the assh0l*, so what can i say?
i need that sh*t in pay
oh, you got me oh tushay
i’m so funny, what’s my name
ha*ha*ha

- pedro manuel

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