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GOJAVY, Yoon
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Haha, Javy, Haha
(Clears throat)
You can see me on the stage, rockin' shit for my bro
You can see me on the net, poppin' shit, I'm not a ghost
Baby, I went blckrags, yeah, let the pain go
Back then it was H&M, now it's Ricky on the floor
Nigga, I got too much smoke, nigga, I got too much dope
I could make a bakery, but all this shit I can't hold
Mama told me don't cry, yeah boy you're soldier
Pops said I'm goin' crazy, yeah, now they can't hold you
Yeah, I got lit, but the pain I owe
Niggas talkin' crazy, yeah run around with that toast
Richy, I done told you, yah, richy, I done told you
Niggas said my song, so crazy, shit like soul food
Baby, come through, eat that dick up like it's hopeful
I done failed a couple times, but that ain't shit cool
Put her the neck freeze, yeah, oh, igloo
Pretty pussy and it's pink, just like kid buu
I been swaggin' on these niggas, it ain't shit new (Huh)
Designer, hold my bitch, she wet like swimmin' pool (Yuh)
I done went all white, drip like a Ku Klux
Bags on his head, we pop tags on his brother
Bitch, I went yin-yang, yeah it's yoon no other
Yin-yang, yin-yang, Yeah, yin-yang, yin-yang
You can see me on the stage, rockin' shit for my bro
You can see me on the net, poppin' shit, I'm not a ghost
Baby, I went blckrags, yeah, let the pain go
Back then it was H&M, now it's ricky on the floor
Nigga, I got too much fuck, nigga, I got too much dope
I can make a bakery with all this shit I can't hold
Mama told me don't cry, yeah boy you're soldier
Pops said I'm goin' crazy, yeah, now they can't hold you
(Haha)
They can hold me on the man down (Huh)
Right down, fan down, these bitches fanned out (Oh)
Backstage, did his ho, that's your man now? (Whoa)
We not on the same road (Yuh)
I done see some pain, then they turn me to a soldier
Fuck me a red head, 4-4 with my soda
Shoot a nigga red dead, rockstar modder
Yeah, how done feel, all my emotions
Had to stand still, nigga, had to get focused
Yeah, i went blckrags, through them dark day
Had to start rhyming shit can't live a parlay
Baby throw that ass back, it's a earthquake
Buy that bitch a new bag, it's her birthday (Yeah)
Yeah, what she want? I got this Loui, Prada
This bih called me daddy, but I cannot be a father
King of this shit, yeah, yoon Mufasa
All these niggas son, son, damn I might foster (Huh)
And that pussy sound good just like pasta
Run up, leave him scared, play dead like a possum (Huh)
Yeah, my bitch, say I'm awesome
Rags, rags, rags, yeah, yeah, you so awesome
I've been in my body shit, bitch, I've been bossing
Swagged up, stunnin' shit, stone cold austin (Huh)
Yeah, like, hmm, like know that nigga, come on
Like this shit been known
Damn, Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Damn, Yeah, yeah
Damn, Yeah, yeah
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