| Aye!
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| In a wonderful world
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| DEVIN!
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| And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T
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| Bitch I’m still the G.O.A.T
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| I can tell you no
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| 'Cause i got control
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| I can tell you know (tight)
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| I know you think you hard (ayy)
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| Nigga just think too hard
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| Bruh don’t think too hard (yuh)
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| 'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
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| Hear my mom’s with a bong, 'cause she smoke more than me
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| Even the on my gums, they ain’t fresher than me
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| We don’t want none of your songs, you too extra for me
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| Sound like you be flexed up to me
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| Kinda like a wrestler to me
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| I wreck a record in record timing
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| That 'tec on me, check your comments
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| They check for me, yet they silent
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| I’m yet to be silenced
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| I’m piling checks, to my chest I check 'em
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| If it’s not correct, I’m wildin'
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| If it’s not perfected, I did…
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| Not drop it
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| I’m with the extra for economics
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| I’m excellent at it
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| I’m, you see how it’s panning?
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| Them folks ain’t dripping this hard
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| Dripping this hard, hell nah
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| They ain’t giving it all
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| I’m giving my heart, hell yeah, I
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| And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T
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| Bitch I’m still the G.O.A.T
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| I can tell you no
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| 'Cause I got control
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| I can tell you know (tight)
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| I know you think you hard (ayy)
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| Nigga just think too hard
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| Bruh don’t think too hard (yuh)
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| 'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T)
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| A1Devin got this beat going stupid
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| These bitches ate it up and they ain’t even chew it
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| I put my ad-lib on it like,
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| And then I piped that bitch up, like the sewage
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| Hot wing sauce on deck
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| Riding round town with the jet
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| Running up a check
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| Nigga drop gems, no stretch
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| Nigga drop gems, no sweat, ayy
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| All my love with the 9
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| All of us one of a kind
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| All my brothers know I got they back
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| And I’m finna put the city on mine
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| Money don’t measure to what you lack
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| You ain’t got a heart like that, yeah
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| Only cut records, I don’t cut no slack
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| Nigga, I don’t front no cap, yuh
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| And I died a G.O.A.T (ayy)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T
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| Bitch I’m still the G.O.A.T
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| I can tell you no
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| 'Cause I got control
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| I can tell you know (tight)
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| I know you think you hard (ayy)
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| Nigga just think too hard
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| Bruh don’t think too hard (yuh)
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| 'Cause I died a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)
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| Then came back a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T, G.O.A.T) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G.O.A.T , by - Kenny Mason. Song from the album A3c Volume 8, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп