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GOMD Video (MV)




Performed By: DJBOOLIN
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Deon Anderson




DJBOOLIN - GOMD Lyrics




Yeah
Am I getting money? The f*ck you think? Duh
My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think
Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink
Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link
Ma Dukes told me pop my shit
Can y'all please get off my dick

Ball in the garden like I'm a new york knick
Break bread with my bro, rice crispy
When I die, bet not act like you miss me
Countin' up benji's and ulysses'
You want war then let's get busy
Can't even lie, Nini got me simping
Yellow Moncler on me, look like a Simpson
Bullets hit him in his chin, crimson
She giving brain, she graduated Princeton
SRT's and foreigns what I'm whipping
Work with whatever I'm given
Devil calling me, I can't give in
Devil calling me, I can't give in, no
Pivot down, I ain't slippin'
My choppa gon' eat his guts just like chitterlings, yeah
And just cause' I ain't say nothing don't mean I ain't peep
Never broke again like A.I Top
You still taste yourself on my lips cause' last night I ate that WAP
Hustlin' inside my blood, I swear this motion shit won't stop
Lately been feeling like that nigga, Wayne when he made lollipop
Bet not put your trust in a bop
Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt
Bet not put your trust in a bop
Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt
Bet not put your trust in a bop

Yeah
Am I getting money? The f*ck you think? Duh
My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think
Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink
Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link
Ma Dukes told me pop my shit
Can y'all please get off my dick
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Yeah
Am I getting money? The f*ck you think? Duh
My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think
Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink
Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link
Ma Dukes told me pop my shit
Can y'all please get off my dick

Ball in the garden like I'm a new york knick
Break bread with my bro, rice crispy
When I die, bet not act like you miss me
Countin' up benji's and ulysses'
You want war then let's get busy
Can't even lie, Nini got me simping
Yellow Moncler on me, look like a Simpson
Bullets hit him in his chin, crimson
She giving brain, she graduated Princeton
SRT's and foreigns what I'm whipping
Work with whatever I'm given
Devil calling me, I can't give in
Devil calling me, I can't give in, no
Pivot down, I ain't slippin'
My choppa gon' eat his guts just like chitterlings, yeah
And just cause' I ain't say nothing don't mean I ain't peep
Never broke again like A.I Top
You still taste yourself on my lips cause' last night I ate that WAP
Hustlin' inside my blood, I swear this motion shit won't stop
Lately been feeling like that nigga, Wayne when he made lollipop
Bet not put your trust in a bop
Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt
Bet not put your trust in a bop
Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt
Bet not put your trust in a bop

Yeah
Am I getting money? The f*ck you think? Duh
My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think
Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink
Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link
Ma Dukes told me pop my shit
Can y'all please get off my dick
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Writer: Deon Anderson
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