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poetic justice - saany goon lyrics

[intro]
go, go (hey, vinny, vinny? vinny, bag of donuts, how hard is it?)
mhm*m*m
backseat boy
f*ck it, it’s a green light, go

[verse 1: lilbuckss & saany goon]
i ain’t gon’ lie, when i came home, i ran thru fifty, blew that sh*t
every n*gga that dissed the guys died, you already knew that sh*t
b*tch bad, she want celine, f*ck mcqueen, we don’t do that sh*t
i don’t smoke sh* that n*gga plaque, that’s why i threw that sh*t
stolen srt, i pull them k!llers inside that trackhawk
they can’t identify the k!ller, he had his mask on
that n*gga john wick with that stick, yeah, he in rare form
we ain’t provide the slide, we just find beats that he can rap on
n*gga f*ck justice, i want bodies for my dead friends
long live the guys, and free the guys, we gon’ forever bend
you ain’t gotta slide, or you provide, f*ck you send a hit?
you can find that drop, or find that thot, that’s really with that sh*t
this sh*t crazy how it is, it’s crazy how we live
i lost some homies to this sh*t, but asked them what we did
steppin’ on sh*t, swing the glock, clappin’ heads and sh*t
the guys hate when i be out west, creatin’ strands and sh*t
my b*tch, she caught me actin’ like she said i take her on a trip
thousand dollar mike amiri jeans, that’s the matchin’ kicks
every time i thought ’bout goin’ broke, i went and hit a l!ck
bullets go thru hands, he put ’em up, hit ’em in his sh*t (it’s the boul, go)
[verse 2: saany goon]
i’m the only reason that the bench get to talk like this
he got hit so many times, that’s why he walk like this
the b*tton caught ’em while he walkin’, he fell on his sh*t
my homie drillin’ in designer, he couldn’t change his fit
and they keep askin’, “what them knots stuff inside the lou?”
the same day my brother died, i dropped thirty*two
n*gga, when i see you, you know what i’ma do?
the b*tton h*rny, wanna f*ck, i told it, “grab the shoe”
and how you talkin’ down on me, you can’t tie my shoe
i let my oldhead run point, that n*gga uncle drew
i let my oldhead run point, that n*gga* go
that n*gga* go, go, go, go
and i’m still screamin’ free buckets and tee out that can
i started bangin’ on they block, this n*gga left his man
and you ain’t never break a bone, use ya other hand
i did some sins out in these streets, and you won’t understand
and loko left me by myself, that wasn’t in the plan
that n*gga started actin’ flashy, and that’s what got ’em dead
we got his ummi makin’ tees, we put ’em on a brand
that n*gga told everything, they put ’em on a stand

[outro: saany goon]
go, go, go, go
it’s the boul wit da glasses (go, go)

- saany goon lyrics

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