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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GG Rando
GG Rando
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Blair , Rashaun Blair
Randy Blair , Rashaun Blair
Songwriter
Randy Ramon Blair
Randy Ramon Blair
Songwriter
Rashaun Ramon Blair
Rashaun Ramon Blair
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye This for the niggas back home man Aye Rizz we boutta have fun on this one too Yea Uhh Uhh I'm spitting heat Uh Flame on I hang around with the fantastic four Body exotic and She riding topples And She speed It up so I call her a porche Take off like a rocket bitch I'm boutta soar You outta pocket you niggas is poor Fee Fy Foe Fum I'm stepping in yaggas I stomp on the floor Wait, the fuck You niggas is dumb I'm blowing up what you doubting me for Bitch I was broke I came from the slums Not giving up got my foot in the door Rando made another banger Think shit is sweet cause singing my songs Global gang is really dangerous Watch how We come for that muhfucking throne Pop at ya crib We wit the shits Bitch I am groot I come wit a stick Rocket raccoon Yea I'm taking ya shit Cop me a couple Nigga watch how I shift Lane switch Come from the zoo Ape shit I'm coming through Straight drip You niggas is Poop Straight shit I hop in the Stu Make hits Uh Flame on I hang around with the fantastic four Body exotic and She riding topples She speed It up so I call her a porche Take off like a rocket bitch I'm boutta soar You outta pocket you niggas is poor Fee Fy Foe Fum I'm stepping in yaggas I stomp on the floor Come with the hammer I feel like I'm Thor Applying the pressure the feigning for more I'm on my ape shit like Curious George Im going up like the butterfly doors Master Yoda I'm the one with the force Ninja turtles bitch we pull up with fours Give me the Uhh Kitty galore I got the bag but I need me some more These niggas say they want action Stop all that rappin let's talk about it Like what the fuck you niggas talking bout Talking funny better watch your mouth Lil puppies like to bark a lot Need a Bugatti in the parking lot And a new Rari in the parking spot I move in silence don't talk a lot Cause I'm off the wall Vans I got you stuck in confusion cause I got these bars that you can't understand Kid to a man Shazam I'm superhuman I keep making bangers Damn Did it again Feel like Bruce lee I go murder your clan Call it a sequel I did it again You pussy niggas still act like you ten Uh Flame on I hang around with the fantastic four Body exotic and She riding topples And She speed It up so I call her a porche Take off like a rocket bitch I'm boutta soar You outta pocket you niggas is poor Fee Fy Foe Fum I'm stepping in yaggas I stomp on the floor Wait, the fuck You niggas is dumb I'm blowing up what you doubting me for Bitch I was broke I came from the slums Not giving up got my foot in the door Rando made another banger Think shit is sweet cause singing my songs Global gang is really dangerous Watch how We come for that muhfucking throne
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