NBA Youngboy - Goals (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA Youngboy - Goals (en) Lyrics
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I took the top off the
motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door, but
I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look
how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure
that I don't lose
Run it up with my partner,
give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad, but I know that
it's a lot for me to do
I was tired of doing the same thing
Got serious, then I changed lanes
They knowin' that we bust brains
But ain't why I sat in chains
Put my focus in the main business
Lookin' for a half a ticket painting
Tryna find somethin' that fit
the description of my pain
My name to some people
ain't looked over
Go find you somethin' to look over
Since young, never been a pushover
Got the bag like a book holder
Nigga, you gon' make me mad
and we gon' spin on 'em
Did the dash inside a Lamb'
and then he crash
Ain't got a dent on him
That's my lil' homie
Remember posted at the store,
I ain't have a cent on me
One uniform, went to school everyday
the same lint on me
Needed help to stand up straight
and then they bent on me
Dirty bitch can catch on fire and
I wouldn't even piss on 'em
Switched the motto, I
ain't hit the lotto
But my bag different
Skippin' school with my dawg, wasn't
really tryna bag with me
Fell in love once, but mm, I say
my grandma was different
I'm like, "Mm, I'm a millionaire,
I ain't with the kidding"
That's me just thinkin'
Too much money, separate the bank
2012, I'll use a shoebox
I don't really like to talk,
I ain't bein' rude now
Three hundred thousand'll
be for fashion
And I still'll probably pass it up
I don't give no fuck as long
as we got a gat on us
That's a new edition
She don't want me, she feel
like my heart old
Why you want my heart, love?
Take it slow, I ball on and off court
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