Nah, I'm not even gonna lie, this beat's hard as f*ck, bruh. I'm not even gonna lie
(It is pretty good, it is pretty good)
I don't even know where my guy got this from, but he just threw it on for me, so I'm just say some shit
Like, it's crazy
You know, I just been thinking about some shit, you feel me? Like
(What you thinking about, bro?)
Just been thinking, thinking. You know, you know how it be. You feel me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah. I feel ya)
You know what I mean, bro
(I know what you mean, bro. Don't worry)
Damn, uh
Pull out your blick, nigga
You ain't gon' do this shit, nigga
Damn, uh
He steady talking, put one in his noggin. Now he never walking
Smoke a blitz and now I'm really coughing. Put me in my coffin
You a bitch, you never making nothing. Please just go do something
I'm on my shit, so why you niggas fronting? Really, out here stunting
I make bands every week, Balenciaga's on my feet
No, baby, you can't f*ck with me. Yeah, I'm too caught up in the streets
They let me in just for the free. I'm in the club, got on my ski
My money taller than a tree. That not your crib, you on a lease, nigga
See, like, when I rap, just don't take me serious. I just troll
I troll the whole time
It's like
You gotta understand. It's how I am, bro
It's really just how I am
Bitch, I'm the man. Spent a hundred bands on a minivan
You smell like feet. Please don't talk to me
Keep a hundred feet. Doing shows
I be on the go. Riding with your hoe
Switching flows. Going coast to coast. You already know
Your boy keep talking on the net. Now he get hit up with a chopper
Please drop your man. He a nerd. I'ma stuff him in a locker
I'm a lyin ass nigga, cause my twin is Mufasa
If my girl say bless you to a nigga, gotta drop her
Damn, I cop an SVJ. Spent a hundred in a day
Please don't try and take a picture, cause my niggas never play
And you Can't even get too close, cause Juanacito finna spray
Bullets hitting at your feet. It got you dancing the ballet
Damn, I'm really rapping on this beat
Got your bitch in my sheets
(in my sheetssss)
Type shiii
Type shi
Damn, and she wanna take a flick
And she all up on my dick
And she talking on her shit
And I pull up with a blick
And I pull up with the guys
And we smoke it to the sky
Damn, damn
And we smoke it to the sky
Aye, shout out me
Papa Goose, shout out my nigga Mike2real, shout out my nigga George
Lil' J, you feel me
Juancito, Josh Seba, all of them whole crew
Love y'all
Papaguus - GOOSE JAZ Lyrics
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English
Nah, I'm not even gonna lie, this beat's hard as f*ck, bruh. I'm not even gonna lie
(It is pretty good, it is pretty good)
I don't even know where my guy got this from, but he just threw it on for me, so I'm just say some shit
Like, it's crazy
You know, I just been thinking about some shit, you feel me? Like
(What you thinking about, bro?)
Just been thinking, thinking. You know, you know how it be. You feel me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah. I feel ya)
You know what I mean, bro
(I know what you mean, bro. Don't worry)
Damn, uh
Pull out your blick, nigga
You ain't gon' do this shit, nigga
Damn, uh
He steady talking, put one in his noggin. Now he never walking
Smoke a blitz and now I'm really coughing. Put me in my coffin
You a bitch, you never making nothing. Please just go do something
I'm on my shit, so why you niggas fronting? Really, out here stunting
I make bands every week, Balenciaga's on my feet
No, baby, you can't f*ck with me. Yeah, I'm too caught up in the streets
They let me in just for the free. I'm in the club, got on my ski
My money taller than a tree. That not your crib, you on a lease, nigga
See, like, when I rap, just don't take me serious. I just troll
I troll the whole time
It's like
You gotta understand. It's how I am, bro
It's really just how I am
Bitch, I'm the man. Spent a hundred bands on a minivan
You smell like feet. Please don't talk to me
Keep a hundred feet. Doing shows
I be on the go. Riding with your hoe
Switching flows. Going coast to coast. You already know
Your boy keep talking on the net. Now he get hit up with a chopper
Please drop your man. He a nerd. I'ma stuff him in a locker
I'm a lyin ass nigga, cause my twin is Mufasa
If my girl say bless you to a nigga, gotta drop her
Damn, I cop an SVJ. Spent a hundred in a day
Please don't try and take a picture, cause my niggas never play
And you Can't even get too close, cause Juanacito finna spray
Bullets hitting at your feet. It got you dancing the ballet
Damn, I'm really rapping on this beat
Got your bitch in my sheets
(in my sheetssss)
Type shiii
Type shi
Damn, and she wanna take a flick
And she all up on my dick
And she talking on her shit
And I pull up with a blick
And I pull up with the guys
And we smoke it to the sky
Damn, damn
And we smoke it to the sky
Aye, shout out me
Papa Goose, shout out my nigga Mike2real, shout out my nigga George
Lil' J, you feel me
Juancito, Josh Seba, all of them whole crew
Love y'all
(It is pretty good, it is pretty good)
I don't even know where my guy got this from, but he just threw it on for me, so I'm just say some shit
Like, it's crazy
You know, I just been thinking about some shit, you feel me? Like
(What you thinking about, bro?)
Just been thinking, thinking. You know, you know how it be. You feel me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah. I feel ya)
You know what I mean, bro
(I know what you mean, bro. Don't worry)
Damn, uh
Pull out your blick, nigga
You ain't gon' do this shit, nigga
Damn, uh
He steady talking, put one in his noggin. Now he never walking
Smoke a blitz and now I'm really coughing. Put me in my coffin
You a bitch, you never making nothing. Please just go do something
I'm on my shit, so why you niggas fronting? Really, out here stunting
I make bands every week, Balenciaga's on my feet
No, baby, you can't f*ck with me. Yeah, I'm too caught up in the streets
They let me in just for the free. I'm in the club, got on my ski
My money taller than a tree. That not your crib, you on a lease, nigga
See, like, when I rap, just don't take me serious. I just troll
I troll the whole time
It's like
You gotta understand. It's how I am, bro
It's really just how I am
Bitch, I'm the man. Spent a hundred bands on a minivan
You smell like feet. Please don't talk to me
Keep a hundred feet. Doing shows
I be on the go. Riding with your hoe
Switching flows. Going coast to coast. You already know
Your boy keep talking on the net. Now he get hit up with a chopper
Please drop your man. He a nerd. I'ma stuff him in a locker
I'm a lyin ass nigga, cause my twin is Mufasa
If my girl say bless you to a nigga, gotta drop her
Damn, I cop an SVJ. Spent a hundred in a day
Please don't try and take a picture, cause my niggas never play
And you Can't even get too close, cause Juanacito finna spray
Bullets hitting at your feet. It got you dancing the ballet
Damn, I'm really rapping on this beat
Got your bitch in my sheets
(in my sheetssss)
Type shiii
Type shi
Damn, and she wanna take a flick
And she all up on my dick
And she talking on her shit
And I pull up with a blick
And I pull up with the guys
And we smoke it to the sky
Damn, damn
And we smoke it to the sky
Aye, shout out me
Papa Goose, shout out my nigga Mike2real, shout out my nigga George
Lil' J, you feel me
Juancito, Josh Seba, all of them whole crew
Love y'all
Writer: Gustavo Perez
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