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73rd Goo, Go! Goo, Go! Go! Aye If foenem on go they gon' get 'em, aye And no they don't shoot at a car, they get right up on you Yea get up witchu, aye And I got a ball on my shooter, yea he get so thirsty to walk up a pillow Aye, and I got a whole lotta money, and a whole lotta shots It ain't shit to dismiss 'em Goo, Go! Aye, my shorties'll hop out 'nd blick 'em, aye Fuck all that Internet, we is not into that Just like a remix we mix 'em Aye, them 223's a make his ass freeze, like he was taking a picture, aye And I fell in-love with the drama, fell in-love with the streets, and I know what come wit' it Aye Goo, Go! Aye And I chase you down I can't miss you If I can't find you or get a ride witchu, I'm sending your brother a missile I don't do no hiding, I'm riding with fifty plus shots in this muhfucking rental Aye, and shorty got hit in his mouth with a .762 Ain't no going to the dental (On god) We catch him lackin', it's one of those Don't got his pole, his ass gettin' smoked Leave his ass dead in that big ass coat Him and his bro, his ass a smoke My wrappy gon' get 'em, his ass on go Foenem be buggin' and they already know And we twenty deep, twenty guns at a show Catch you up in traffic, get left on the road I love a switch, you love a bitch, we not the same baby-brother (Nope) You fuck with the gang but you cannot hang You is a lame baby-brother (On bro) You fuck with the opps, they ass some cops You want the fame baby-brother, aye Until we get on you, put this thirty on you, and make yo life change baby-brother 73rd
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