Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Platoon Goons, artist - Snowgoons. Album song A Fist in the Thought, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопPlatoon Goons |
| So now you know everything about me, right? |
| Okay, what turns me on? |
| We do |
| «It ain’t a question that this shit is the bomb» — Pacewon |
| «Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song» |
| «I give a fuck if you believe it or not» — Celph Titled 'Don't You Even Go |
| There' |
| «Snowgoons» |
| «Got your whole block sayin' true dat» — Lauren Hill 'How Many Mics' |
| We South Carolina sickest |
| No chrome beef for you silly bastards |
| My click as sick as -------- like Philly rappers |
| You a shitty actress, portraying MCs you backwards |
| We slay MC’s outta 360 degrees access |
| Smash this, leave 180 MCs backless ---------- |
| With a 90 degree turn away from a fat bitch |
| Rhymes they drastic, all you bringing is whack shit |
| Hit you with a classic as soon we hit a track hit |
| Diseased and I lost my calm, MCs shiver |
| I see more shit in the Congaree River |
| Far from being whack, these new rappers similac |
| Baby fed ----- taste my shit ---------- |
| I smash that mic from ya, don’t fight hunger |
| Cause you can catch more samples and beats than 9th Wonder |
| When I, call out my sindicate of sin hitters |
| I’m fucking up more rappers careers than squeeze triggers |
| I got an itchy finger |
| Yeah, the trigger scratches that |
| If it’s beef best believe some nigga catchin' that |
| They suggested that, I am the best in rap |
| Respect this fact before your fuckin' breath gets snatched |
| Stretch your ass like an elastic cast |
| Quick as a fat boy crackin' crab |
| Back on the ave |
| We used to go bag for bag |
| The first to know, always the last to ask |
| Cool breeze with a toothpick |
| I, haak tu, spit |
| You a common cold, not too sick |
| I got you gripped by the collar dawg |
| They want the real deal feel, then tell 'em all to holla «Cauze» |
| You got dogs, woof woof, better call 'em off |
| Mike Vic will kill your pits and rottweiler dogs |
| Just known by 'the dog' call me 'The Savage Beast' |
| Savage murder |
| Make burgers from dead maggot meat |
| I spit a 16, and watch the masses plead |
| --------------------------------- casualtie |
| I’m in the spot with the ----------- |
| No love for the other side I’m about family |
| Sindicate of dog --- that’s my cavalry |
| Platoon Doons -------- two pounds a piece |
| 2,2,3 cocked ------------------------------ |
| ---------------------------- tricks on my sleeve |
| Concrete jungle on the block we rumble |
| Never, talk to police never knockin' the hustle |
| Get yours cause I’mma get mine, every time, line for line |
| Crime on my mind |
| You do dirt, you get dirt, eye on the price |
| You’se a fake rapper |
| Slash cats backwards, blackening they eyes |
| This one’s for my people just trying to get by |
| «It ain’t a question that this shit is the bomb» |
| «Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song» |
| «I give a fuck if you believe it or not» |
| «Snowgoons» |
| «Got your whole block sayin' true dat» |
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