Joey BADA$$ - 47 Goonz Lyrics
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it againHit it from the back, she a addict withinI got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him"She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denimsRemember it like it was yesterdayAnother case of "I *****ed your *****, nigga" but a more clever wayQuarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever maySlip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stayCatch me somersaulting my eyelidsAwakened from a dream, just perceived how I liveSo it's make believe, rather uniqueLavish, sweet all live in a rapper physiqueHit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaksPack up a bowl and we ain't even eatBut we got a appetite for cookie creases and treatsAnd they all got tricks up they sleeve[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]I'm ashing on the bridge, Mary Jane, ***** your cigaretteI'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessedHope the boys in blue don't arrest yours trulyRespect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruitingI be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolieI'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goonsHotbox the whip and let smoke fill the roomEven through my lenses, my sense is on the moonDirty be the name and I came from the black lagoonI'm sick with the ink like infected tattoosJust one love but the two-three's branded on my shoesYou would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapesHad her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my faceThem Apex taking over like we running with ApesWhat's the verdict? Nothing but a *****ing disgrace, nigga[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caughtThen get *****ed like the ***** she brought, throw your fit then walkWhen they clip all of your Christmas thoughtsThere's no giving when they take what you gotPlaced in the crop circle, doc with a smocksieArt what we drop, shopping cart with Da Vinci, whimperingLeave that risk to your ProsWrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smokeI'm strapped and irate, daps from the fakeGet me mad and I contemplate irrational modeDon't think about nada, strung you by your collarThe flow father who balanced out his chromosomes properI'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beefBut toss the ensalada, peep the blue ImpalaThere's arrogant cops who stay intrudingCan't stop the 47 like protagonist in AbsolutionThem wack rappers who track-eludingCritic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influenceFaster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluidI still kill and you can't lose it
