XXX Lyrics – Nanna Goodie
Singer: Nanna Goodie
Title: XXX
Ah, we got this
You thought I was done, that Goodie was on the run
Like Goodie was not about songs
I said it’s f#ckin’ Goodie, b#tch
Uh, what I’m really ’bout [What?
Not like that b#tches that run they mouth [Okay
How your neck get bread, b#tch
Nah, I don’t share with too many now
Hush, got an iced-out wrist, lit [Bling-bling
And I got Prada, I walk it out [I walk it out
Been in a condo since I was a jit [Jit
Bought a crib ‘fore I knew about the clout [Clout
b#tch, I’m on savage again [What?
I’m makin’ [? 0:29 crawfish] and cabbage again
Fly to Miami, live lavish again [What?]
I just want money to spend
After they gone, but they really don’t know how
I do circles ’round hustlers, I never pretend
He say he a king, but that boy is a ho
And I’m never gon’ f#ck with him, never again
Who’s that?
Goodiе be the sickest, you knеw that
Pokin’ out his back like two straps
Like, is she gonna rap or
I’m so twisted, get some dick and then I never call them back
But if I love him, I go crazy
If he stab me in my— [Ah], like
Good sh#t
‘Less he wanna walk, hood b#tch
f#ck him in the mall, freak sh#t
I just want it all, greed, b#tch, yeah
They thought I was done, like Goodie was all on the run
Like Goodie was not about songs, I’m back and I’m makin’ my funds
This rap sh#t is wack and I made it my son, like
Who’s that?
Goodie be the sickest, you knew that
Pokin’ out his back like two straps
Like, is she gonna rap or
I’m so twisted, get some dick and then I never call them back
But if I love him, I go crazy
If he stab me in my— [Ah], like
Thought I was done? Hmm, nah
Had to f#ck this up and give him that raw
Goodie gang
Goodie, yah
See, I’m so sick, when I rap, I could pause
I got ’em in awe
They stare and they watch and they follow it all
You know they— Goodie, uh
Chickens, I ain’t no bird, you can’t flap with my [? 1:42
Respect on my name when they talkin’ ’bout me
He f#cked me and, still, I get jealous of me
Convinced I was born to be all on my own
Suckers that fake won’t get nothing outta me
You just f#ck three, four b#tches
I ain’t trick, I don’t pay for the dick, like
I been on
b#tch, I’m on top, b#tch
I been on
b#tch, I’m on top, b#tch
I been on
b#tch, I’m on top, b#tch
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Who’s that?
Goodie be the sickest, you knew that
Pokin’ out his back like two straps
Like, is she gonna rap or
I’m so twisted, get some dick and then I never call them back
But if I love him, I go crazy
If he stab me in my— [Ah], chest
Don’t
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