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Burna Bandz

Goalie

 

Goalie

(album: North Boy - 2019)


Ran up the chips ran up the money
I cannot slip I keep it on me uh yea
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, thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie

Diamonds water like
Sipping on codeine
She ride like a pony I trap hard like Tony
Bro on the block 24 like he Kobe
Whipping 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
Hugging the streets like my lil' honey
Ain't 'bout a cheque, ain't no discussing Glizzy for start, just press a button
Started with nothing turned it into somthing Lil' bro we thristy for that redrum
In love with money, in love with thumbing I think I like the man I've become

Ran up the chips ran up the money
I cannot slip I keep it on me uh yea
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, 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 bitch, I know she ain't mine
Don't fuck with the pigs, I don't fuck with swine 24/7
They change like the weather, they change like the time
Even if as a ya I won't drop a dime
Lil' mama bad, it might be a crime
Life give me lemons, now I'm in the lime
Sipping 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'
Flexing for all the shit I never had
I might just pull up in that G-Wag'
I know she riding for me like a cab

Ran up the chips ran up the money
I cannot slip I keep it on me uh yea
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, thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie

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