Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going, artist - Mark BattlesDate of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Going |
| I’m done with the chattin' |
| I’m hoping y’all have fun with the rapping, rugged assassin |
| Nothing can pass us, stuck in molasses |
| Tricking the masses, lucky ass bastards |
| Said it once I won’t say it twice |
| Ex left she won’t make it right |
| Next check on the Vegas flight |
| MGM for the latest fight |
| Fall in love she won’t stay the night |
| Tell the judge I pay the price |
| Fallen thugs ain’t the crazy type |
| You know them are my niggas right? |
| Born a King we did it proper |
| Open eyes for the real imposter |
| Bar change a life like Willy Wonka |
| Barely famous might go to the Oscars |
| Wildin' out with my brother Los |
| Few groupie chicks and some other folks |
| Levitate serve one it’s dope |
| A million verses with a bunch of quotes |
| my city backwards |
| MIA with a pretty actress |
| Nah, the sex was decent but the head banging like Lenny Kravitz |
| If I say it you know I do it |
| Stay a hundred the flow the truest |
| They be running I show and prove it |
| Kill niggas on tracks like Tony Stewart |
| When this drops the game is finished |
| Wrap it up, AIDS convention |
| All you niggas better pay attention |
| Props to God cause he made me different |
| Niggas think I’m a vegan cause I eat beats |
| Who you seek on the sneak peek |
| Free leak for need freaks |
| Beep Beep got a street sweep |
| Leave me with the cheat sheet |
| Who you tryna rob? |
| F.O.D nigga fly or die |
| Throwing three’s with a lot of pride |
| Going, going, going |
| They got me going, going, going |
| They got me going, going, going |
| They got me going, they got me going |
| Wait for it… |
| My whole flow from Mars and it’s dumb |
| Your hoe roll with the squad when it come |
| Deep throat, nigga we drove cars in her tongue |
| She stroke these flows, the riot type |
| Require height?, I acquire higher heights |
| I fire ice, higher fire, tried to retire mic’s |
| What, you saying you getting lime light? |
| I was like, what with a Diet Sprite |
| Man I know what this collar like |
| You wish you was L’Chaim |
| I’m L’Chaim nice, no really like I am life |
| Hold up |
| Hide your wife, grab your guns |
| I wrap your son in bars, I’m a rapping son of a bitch |
| Bitches wrapped around son, no son of a bitch |
| My daddy was the sum of a pimp |
| I, staple your stomach and button your lip |
| Gun butt to the front of your shit |
| I wanted to piss on you while you was knocked out |
| But the cops was coming, my cock was stuck in front of of my zip |
| Ughh! |
| So I when I see you while I’m cocking my shit |
| And I tell you I got one in the tit |
| I’m either talking 'bout my gun or my dick |
| Running a hundred miles and running |
| Coming for niggas who think they wanna be something this summer |
| Coming I got that drummer drummer drumming drumming pumping nigga |
| Hit that Ferrari pump pump pump pump pump |
| Turn that nigga’s pumpkin into pumpernickel |
| That’s bread like, bread on your head if it ain’t a red light, keep |
| Going, going, going |
| They got me going, going, going |
| They got me going, going, going |
| They got me going, they got me going |