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Treadmillin

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D Goody - Rap

Treadmillin

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[Verse 1] I keep it pushing like Precious bopping off with a chicken box I used to push the button back when niggas played nigga knock Caught the sloppy top behind the big tree in the backyard 7th Floor Villains ain't some niggas that just act hard I blast off, blow 2nd hand high into your lungs dog Girls faded in the party, hope you know who your friends are She paper cutting, scissor fucking, sucking random rock stars Heard bout the show at work, hit Ticketmaster when she got off Dress tight, panties off, condoms on, lights is off Marco Polo like my draws, X's on her hands like Kaws But she drunkest of em all, heels make her extra tall Still got her by like 3 or 4, my dick got her by lot more One crazy whore doing cartwheels all on the dance floor She off the wall at all times think she work up in the Vans store Hope she do some splits, I'm trying to see up in them pants more Sweaty as a bitch look like she came in out a rainstorm [Bridge] Herringbone necklace, I wear Do what I want bitch, don't care Waves in the fade yea, nice hair Nigga I'm the coldest, polar bear Send a email to the females tell em I'm in here Me and Flash G sporting fresh gear all year Trying to get into some girl's underwear, hell yea Going for the score bout to hit the game point, yea [Verse 2] Nigga I'm the coldest Effortlessly destroying anyone of my opponents Sharper than a paper cut, man these rappers fucking suck Like Pinky do before she go head and give up the butt I'm trying to get with Megan Fox, what can I say? I press my luck Like a ironed 4-leaf clover in the heart of California Californication while I'm fornicating with the daughter of my neighbors But it's nothing major, we just do it for the pleasure-pleasure Do it wherever-ever we can D Good, yo I'm the man Girls crushing on a nigga like a damn soda can But what can I say? It's all apart of the master plan One day I'll hit it big but for now I'm quite content Killing shows, banging hoes in my Nike Half Cents Momma say I got no sense, GooDy you so reckless But the girlies like this, give me more neck than a neckless [Bridge] Number 6 J's, age 17 Nah them some 10's but I keep them bitches clean 93 Lexus tank far from E Supreme grade gasoline smoking on the scene Brass knuckles on my clothes, killer lifestyle We don't drink and drive but we smoke Black & Milds My girls never mild they be spicy as a bitch D GooDy stop pushing, that don't even make sense Smoke something

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