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KillaGoon
Songwriter:in
Giotouchbank
Songwriter:in
Letras
El baile de el beeper
El beeper
El beeper
El beeper
El beeper
El beeper
El beeper
Look uh, Turn me up in the club when I'm up in this bitch
Look, Goon
Uh, Uh, Uh
Yeah Me and Gio poppin
Suckas mad because we tell em we an artist
Don't get started
All my brothas came from trappin in apartments
Who the hardest?
Pick your man and I ain't missin any targets
We was starvin
Hadda act like we was buyin in the markets
We was spinnin,
Youngest stars how you gon say that we ain't winnin
I ain't finished ,
Hurd they mad I'm boutta go & pay a visit
While I'm at it,
I'm boutta take his bitch I hurd that she the Thiccest
I aint trippin,
I'm boutta kick her to the curb if she don't listen
Not a hooper, but I be sending all these shots like ima shooter
Need some thooters, yeah the type that's gonna get on all my movers
Main trooper, GioBank already know that he a looter
Don't need touters, You should know not to be talkin on computers
Real thug, she can't come unless she showin me her butt
Real dumb, I get stupid when I'm trippin off these drugs
Not a plug, but I know where they could really get us buzzed
In the mud, ain't sign deals unless they pay a **** sum
Turn me up, and I pourin dirty sprite up in my cup
Ain't tryna cuff, only came around really tryna fuck
Im from the trenches baby so you know I don't got no love
Im just hoping that they know, that I'm toting on this gun
Free lil Flocko, swear my **** yeah he back up on the run
I don't even like ****, better watch the way you mug
Comin from a dark place, I don't even get no hugs
As a kid was always taught, to go and keep my gun
Wanna Slut, type of bitch that's really gonna fuck it up
Go and stunt, just make sure that you bring a couple bucks
Keep it clutch, that's the fastest way that you gon make it bust
I don't fuss, I just wanna milli till we fuckin up
Uh , Look
I thought I told y'all to turn me up in this bitch
Look, Goon
They ain't hurd me right
Yeah Me and Gio poppin
Suckas mad because we tell em we an artist
Don't get started
All my brothas came from trappin in apartments
Who the hardest?
Pick your man and I ain't missin any targets
We was starvin
Hadda act like we was buyin in the markets
We was spinnin,
Youngest stars how you gon say that we ain't winnin
I ain't finished ,
Hurd they mad I'm boutta go & pay a visit
While I'm at it,
I'm boutta take his bitch I hurd that she the Thiccest
I aint trippin,
I'm boutta kick her to the curb if she don't listen
Written by: Gio Touch Bank, Killa Goon
