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Correct Goth Season Lyrics
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[Intro] We counting all these blue hunneds Y'all niggas know what time it is, man You know, we pulled up in that bih Ayy, Ferraris Hopped out, piped up Taliban, yah Goth Season, yah [Verse] Shout out to my nigga Doe, he just got out Yah, yah, he got clout CHXPO and Kray, them my partners, aye Getting money, yah, I'm so proper I feel like a cracker, the way my swag be on point Purrpy nigga, come through, smoke a joint Like Bob Marley, stay down low lonely Hella loud, fuck Rolling Loud Shoot up Rolling Loud with a fucking pistol Dark side, Grim Reaper with the pistol No talking, just pulling up, wet you Shoot your tour bus up, nigga, I won't forget you See that nigga, kill that nigga and they partner You already know, shout out to Opa-locka Shout out to the city and the sun Zone 4 to Zone 3, what is up? Zone 1, Westside up, Atla-anta You already know, delivers just like Santa Ayy, money coming up Ayy, I don't give a fuck Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Ayy, ayy, ayy, she popping pussy for me Ayy, and you know I just Count it, count it, count it, count it, ayy Count it, count it, count it, count it, ayy Big money up, got big money up Send that money up, yeah you know I like to Count it, big big stacks, big dough And you know I'ma fucking big dog Swag is ahead of time, ahead of fucking time Blackland 2, yeah, you know it's My fucking time to shit on y'all Shit on my haters, I ball Bitch, I'm doing me, I stay doing me All these bitches love me, yeah, they want me Suck my dick, bitch, she hella thot Pull up in a mansion in a foreign whip I'ma real nigga, man, I'ma drill nigga R.I.P. to Pimp C, that's a real nigga Took over the game, six years You already know the [?], ayy I'ma real nigga, yeah, I'ma real nigga, ayy I don't give a fuck, getting money, I Count it, count it, count it, count it, throw it back Throw it back, count it, yeah, I'm the man Disrespect me, I'll have you on the news Yeah, I'll knock you out your shoes, ayy Got the K on me, strapped like the Taliban, ayy
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