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• Artiste: Lil Berete
• Titre: Goat Cheese
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Ya, ya, put on your seatbelt, I see cops (A.R) My rights are Ya I know what my rights are Ya I know what my rights are ya Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are My homie with the dotted license and he got it I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side Ya, ya, I don't think you wanna really die Couple youngins they been reckless I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang Gang" Your clout friend is your enemy Same thing propane how we smoke the shit I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence And I delete all these hoes off of my messages I chase cheese and I'm feeling like a goat ya I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya Guess I fuck with 3's cuz it's profit, money, debt ya I got couple dogs never switch never shuttin up Pick the Beemer up and I can barely use a pet ya I just freestyle tell these pussy nigga how I feel Makes up for the school time where I [?] Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it I was broke last year, no hoes last year And she's in that latest, main bitch a actress She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold I'm just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo ya Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are My homie with the dotted license and he got it I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side Ya, ya, I don't think you wanna really die Couple youngins they been reckless I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang Gang" Your clout friend is your enemy Same thing propane how we smoke the shit I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence And I delete all these hoes off of my messages I chase cheese and I'm feeling like a goat ya I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya Ya ya