Lyrics NBA80s - Pasto Flocco

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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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I′ve been the goat
I don't give a fuck about recognition

Niggas been sleeping on me
Now I′m up like the 24th waiting for Christmas

Watch all your old friends
Niggas start hating on you
When they want your position

Do that shit straight from the heart and I'm genuine,
Niggas they still won't listen

Got out the hood then I booked me a flight to LA -
You know i had to get missing (had to get missing)
Got some racks in addition (addition)
Whole hood think im missing
HAAA!
Nigga I′m on a mission (mission)
My grandma told me do it different
She tell me go hop on that mic and kill shit
She holy as fuck she don′t like all the cursing
Hop on the mic- I splurge it
They copying my wording
She hop on my bike, i curve it
I read dat lil bitch then I learned her (oh yeah)
She tell me pull up and bust it (bust it)
Shout out my niggas on Sutphin (sutphin)
Hop in an all black suburban
She nibble the stick like she nursing
(Hayyyyyy)
I met her she told me that she was a virgin (HA)
I prolly was high cause i thought she was perfect
As time went by you started to disgust me
As time went by i started loving money
She tried to tell me she love me
Back then bitches used to dub me
2020 all these hoes love me
Right on the come up they start to move funny
All of these commas its like a gofundme
Got an invest cuz im tryna live comfy
My momma told me she ain't raise a dummy
Im going ham like a pack of some lunch meat
I feel dumb and when i cop some balencies
Copped the TT2 them shits not comfy
Oh OH,
Ive been the goat
I don′t give a fuck about recognition (what they say)

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