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Moneybagg Yo - GO! lyrics

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GO! by Moneybagg Yo


That's why it switches on my glee (Pussy)
And we put bump stock 2-2-3 (Pussy)
Charity, I gave it to them people
You f**king with a certified speaker
Not you 'posed to be gangsta, but salty 'bout the hoe (Crazy)
How the f**k my artist bigger than yo C.E.O.? (Brrrt)
Why the hell she know I'm toxic, but still f**k with me
It's plentiful right now I'm still pouring on a pint of V
Prezi rolex emerald cut still ain't seen a watch like this junt (Nope)
All white guts, b**ch can't sit in here on her time of the month (Period)
Plain Jane shirt, but it's a stack 'cause it say Saint Laurent (Cost)
Choppas and my dollars up, shootas hungry, get gobbled up (Get ate)
Stand-up guy won't speak on nothing that I see or saw (Shh)
Real weed soon as I snatch it it's already bought (It's gone)
Went to the right doctor, her booty and her titties soft (She grown)
Condom in my pocket, anxious I still f**ked her raw
My pull out game weak (Mane)
I pluck, I tweak (f**k)
Red and white supreme ski
Eleven whips I go Kyrie (Go)
Tryna steal the recipe, you just a Bagg wanna be
Bipolar personality that's why it's switches on my glee
Brrrt
That's why it switches on my glee (Pussy)
And we put bump stock 2-2-3 (Pussy)
Brrrt, brrrt, brrrt
Flip a nigga street
Aye!
Now how the f**k you get some fame, I been a opp
Them folks ain't rocking witcha, they watching till you get dropped
I keep clutching on this glock 'cause these rocks popping out my watch
Ain't nobody on yo block 'cause I'm the one who scoped the drop
I'm the one that knocked up on yo door, hit through there with that choppa
b**ch, we no hospital gang, nigga blessed if he see a doctor
It's 220 on the dash, b**ch, I just left a helicopter
It's a pint up in this car twenty bo's and a couple roxy's
Ay, I'm sliding with a thotty
I'm sliding with a nigga, b**ch
Just got the drop from the lil hoe
Stop thinking with ya dick
Po'd a trey of wocky in a Fanta they thought it was trist
Hoe this 600 worth of drank, this sh*t thicker than grits
Give it to 'em, I gave it to 'em
Said you know I did it, I gave it to 'em
Charity done gave it to them people
You f**king with a certified sweaper



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