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Snap Capone x Stardom x Rimzee - Goats (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snap Capone
Snap Capone
Performer
Stardom
Stardom
Performer
Ben rael ngaman
Ben rael ngaman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben rael ngaman
Ben rael ngaman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.Bidz
J.Bidz
Producer

Lyrics

Press then eject, left with a sket (yuck!) Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek (splash) This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng (goat ting) Up close and personal, spray it like it's dench Nigga, I'm a gang banger, crack slanger, wife banger Bandana, my manor, chrome hammer .44, oh mazza (okay!) Skurrr in the old banger (skurrr skurrr skurrr) No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger (okay!) Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee (Jubilee) Snap Capone a killer, yeah it's true indeed (snap Capone) Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me All my niggas ready, let the war proceed (okay!) Had to hit her twice then I ditched that (okay!) This coke whiter than Mick Jag' (Mick Jag') This whole brick came gift wrapped (gift wrapped) I specialise in murders and kidnaps Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt) Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior) A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt) Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior) A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s (blud!) Heard they wanna put me in a coffin Rimz, S, me, three G's like Golovkin They killed my darg, I want revenge, I'm John Wick I'll shoot you on the spot and hit it top bins Talented, I could've been a surgeon (coulda) I just put five bricks in a German Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes Get the drop, I'll drop 'em like a Percocet Fats are being worksy, slim ting I flew her out to Turkey With the BBL and now she curvy (curvy) I used to keep my burner in the bin shed We ain't squashing no beef 'til that kid's dead Pole hoes, more men than a minibus Bad boy, Big and Puff, capping, ain't as real as us O.T. bopping like NSG Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt) Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior) A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt) Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior) A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Yo, in that T-House (trap) All night and all day, feel like Berna with this yay I started with an eighth, thirty-five for the white girl, twelve for the dirty Got hustle in my jeans, Michael Amiri Counting new dough with the same chick that I was broke with L-shaped sofas, L.V. loafers, three-hundred for the tee, just to say D&G Thirty in the Z, I got it in this house, Ali G They laughed when I pulled up on my moped I missed the ninth sale cause I don't come until road check Tales of a kala, they say it's bad karma Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner I was broke and bummy 'til I started shotting dutty Hand-to-hand sales, I was hitting 'em like Murray You know hanging on the block I was a lame Until a buyer introduced me to the game Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s Flying OT, G's, packs and scores Had to get that P now the tee says Dior A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s
Writer(s): Ben Ngaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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