Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goonies, artist - Montana of 300. Date of issue: 08.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goonies |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies, it’s not a movie |
| Bitch, we really tote them toolies, just bought a uzi |
| Pop a opp just like a rufie, hangover goofies |
| Wet yo ass like a jacuzzi, get smoked like pooky |
| Concrete jungles where we hustle |
| They show love but they don’t love you |
| I’m a dog, I need a muzzle |
| I done did more dirt than shovels |
| I done been in hella traps, I had to dig up out that tunnel |
| We bought guns to build our muscle, ain’t no takin' from this puzzle |
| We kick doors to get our foot in, did things we shouldn’t |
| Hustlin', strugglin', we was pullin', finessin', juggin' |
| I still rep the hood I stood in, disrespect, I’m trigger pullin' |
| With this ratchet, I’m bout action, no acting, no Cuba Goodin' |
| Pull that mac out, then I black out, let off this pain |
| I never been the type to tap out, heroine had my OG noddin', bout to pass out |
| No one, I really, really, lived up in the traphouse, couldn’t pull no map out |
| Bitch, I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |
| Breakin' bread, Jesus, yeah |
| Diamond teeth, rubber band bar |
| Round table, Bread Winner subject |
| Big discussion with the other landlord |
| Sellin' tan, art my God, youngin' wiggin on the xan bar |
| 'Bout to light a stick of cancer, got along with a dancer |
| Hustlin', I’m not retirin' man |
| Blowin' the loud, I get high everyday |
| Movin' in silence, try me |
| We open fire, just like a firing range |
| When the love gone, don’t come around |
| (Gun noises), shells on the ground |
| Free my nigga Rule Boy Blacka |
| Prison cell, I pray you make it out |
| Lately, I’ve been prayin' on the loud |
| Never no respond to me at all |
| I am not afraid to be a muslim |
| Christian people look at me and frown |
| Fuck the haters, I’mma keep it pushin' |
| In my circle, they are not allowed |
| We on now, don’t come around |
| Pay cuts, handshake and smile |
| But nothin' public, thuggin', crack a smile |
| I just flew another nigga but |
| Shorty say she love if I was dressin' bummy |
| Probably wouldn’t wanna stand in front of me |
| I’m a shooter with a shooter |
| Bred to win, but born a loser |
| I done came to the conclusion |
| This is just a big illusion |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |
| I’m ridin' with my goonies |
| We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies |
| Straight to the top, you know I’m climbin' with my goonies |
| You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly |
| Grindin' with my goonies |