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Going Commando

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D Goody - Rap

Going Commando

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[Verse] Chilling like a villain, my girls on 4's Live the life of a 7 like I'm 3 plus 4 If your rhymes kinda sorta then it ain't for sure I be getting mad smush like I'm on Jersey Shore Smell the weed brownies when you standing at the screen door Living for the cream so you know who they scream for Cash rules everything around me, grab the weed brownies We bouta fucking chill ya'll Such a fast life for a young man Gahtdamn car backseat full of spray cans Tryna let the world know that GooDy fucking here man I get more head then blood when you doing fucking hand stands I like to fuck with girls who be jerking on my dick and shit Like a Power Rangers and you know who the villain is I swear my bitches badder than some motherfucking grandkids Spitting out these headaches that hurt up in your eyelids You ain't got no Yeezy nigga? Hope he got some GooDy then I swear that nigga nasty like half-days with your girlfriend Random but my teacher's brother happens to be Curt@!n$ So nigga if you listening I wanna say 'wuddup doe?' Baltimore nigga tryna move out to Chicago Go to Columbia College and blow trees in my dorm room It's January 28th I ain't even applied yet I be too busy flirting with prettys on my ichat but I'ma do it B Ain't tryna go to school in the community Survival of the fittest and I'm fighting for immunity I cripple niggas get the picture? twist a nigga jaw back Kansas City Shuffle popping necks like a snapback I'm past a fucking heart attack, GooDy too serious Spitta said kill that so I'm too fucking cereal Crunch-a-tize these raps and then I put em in your damn head Lunching off my rhymes while you laying in your damn bed You probably tripping now off the way that I predicted that T or F? I swear I spit the truth and I kick the facts You niggas can't see me your rhymes got cataracts I got that 20/20 like some twins that got kidnapped Bust it wide open like a warmup jacket Bounce her up and down then pass her off like Magic Spark something nigga, I ain't talking bout matches It's a celebration bitches bring your own glasses I rather be under-rated than be a fuckin has-been But still getting ass, carpet burns like Aladin Last name Goodin but my principal say Badin I'ma good kid but the girls, I pull the bad ones I fuck 10s, 9s, maybe even 8s Life of a 7, yo my sex (6) life great I told her I only eat if that shit on a dinner plate Damn right I got the slopppy top like a beyblade I ain't buying nothing that these labels tryna sell me Too much for tv you can call me Wizard Kelly Blowing mad sticky like Dejanae, choking on them Proud Snacks Talking bout that loud pack Never stop spitting nigga tell me where the crowd at Coming at niggas heads just tell me where the crown at I lost mind a while ago be grateful if you found that GooDy on his shit, you can go and tell the world that

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