paroles de chanson Goalie - Burna Bandz
We
ran
up
the
chips
Ran
up
that
money,
now
I
cannot
slip
Yeah,
I
keep
it
on
me
Try
to
run
up
on
me,
leave
your
mama
lonely
I
be
with
killers
who
score
like
Ginobili
Need
the
A.P
but
first
I
need
the
rollie
She
play
against
me,
myself
thought
it
was
Sony
Stuck
with
the
cheese,
baby,
macaroni
I'm
tryna
ball,
they
tryna
play
the
goalie
Diamonds
water
like
Sippin'
on
codeine
She
ride
like
a
pony
I
trap
hard
like
Tony
Bro
on
the
block
24
like
he
Kobe
Whippin'
up
Zack
and
that
shit
came
with
Cody
You
say
your
real,
baby
girl
then
show
me
He
say
he
real
but
I
know
he
phoney
I'm
tryna
ball,
they
tryna
be
the
goalie
I'm
tryna
ball,
they
tryna
be
the
goalie
Don't
say
you're
my
crodie
Nigga
you
don't
know
me
Huggin'
the
streets
like
my
lil'
honey
Ain't
'bout
a
cheque,
ain't
no
discussin'
Glizzy
for
start,
just
press
a
button
Started
with
nothin'
turned
it
into
somthin'
Lil'
bro
we
thristy
for
that
redruM
In
love
with
money,
in
love
with
thumbin'
I
think
I
like
the
man
i've
become
We
ran
up
the
chips
Ran
up
that
money,
now
I
cannot
slip
Yeah,
I
keep
it
on
me
Try
to
run
up
on
me,
leave
your
mama
lonely
I
be
with
killers
who
score
like
Ginobili
Need
the
A.P
but
first
I
need
the
rollie
She
play
against
me,
myself
thought
it
was
Sony
Stuck
with
the
cheese,
baby,
macaroni
I'm
tryna
ball,
they
tryna
play
the
goalie
Take
him
out
his
glory,
take
him
out
his
prime
Can't
trip
on
the
lil'
bitch,
I
know
she
ain't
mine
Don't
fuck
with
the
pigs,
I
don't
fuck
with
They
change
like
the
weather,
they
change
like
the
time
Even
if
as
an
eye
won't
drop
a
dime
Lil'
mama
bad,
it
might
be
a
crime
Life
give
me
lemons,
now
i'm
in
the
live
Sippin'
on
Henny,
it
give
me
the
swag
Bro
gotta
tuck
it,
no
guns
in
the
back
I
might
just
fuck
on
your
bitch
in
the
Jag'
I
might
just
get
your
man
popped
like
a
tag
Fully
auto
glizzy's,
extended
my
mag'
Flexin'
for
all
the
shit
I
never
had
I
might
just
pull
up
in
that
G-Wag'
I
know
she
ridin'
for
me
like
a
cab
We
ran
up
the
chips
Ran
up
that
money,
now
I
cannot
slip
Yeah,
I
keep
it
on
me
Try
to
run
up
on
me,
leave
your
mama
lonely
I
be
with
killers
who
score
like
Ginobili
Need
the
A.P
but
first
I
need
the
rollie
She
play
against
me,
myself
thought
it
was
Sony
Stuck
with
the
cheese,
baby,
macaroni
I'm
tryna
ball,
they
tryna
play
the
goalie
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