"Put That On The Gooch" lyrics
(feat. B-Legit)
Imperial, butter based stereo
Smokey Robinson, singing with the miracles
Fill her up, 92 plus
Only automatic, I don't deal with the clutch
Sugarhill, I'm about to get a dollar bill
Shining like a hot day on a wet seal
Lullaby mixed with the alibi
She was telling lies so I hit her with the side eye
Prime time, henny with the lime, my zodiac sign is a capital crime
I change lanes, weed in my mouth, mayne
You can pop tags but I'd rather pop game
Soda pop, mix with the mollywop
Take it off top when the coke price drop
Bulletproof, one gold tooth
Two blue suits and I put that on the gooch
Give to the drop, hot rocks in the Glock
I'm the hottest on the block, got a trunk full of knot
Box full of props, go dummy in the shop
And the money don't stop 'til the bunny on top
Boss moves, oldschool, 7-2
Motor swap, new shocks and the gold shoes
Hoes choose, tripping off the [?]
Hella smooth but you gotta abide by the rules
Before I ask, got another zodiac
Might be a psych bitch, gotta fall back
When it's business online, then it's all racks
Ain't no playin' with the cat, nope never that
Little powder in the pack, first 48
All she do is date, I don't even think she ate
Never bet her eye, never even took a break
But I bet you every single dollar bills straight
Fly things, remind me to floss, gotta wear shades in a bright restaurant
I smoke hard, Humphrey Bogart
And just got a brand new jacket from the fur god
Showcase, the homie got a goatee
Betty Crocker waves cause I gotta make cake
The Fillmoe, mixed with the ganja
Put it all together, Rakim Allah
What up doe, [?] I used to get the crab legs with the Aceboco
I hit the block, my smile half copped
(That's okay [?]) Fire up the pot
You tell pooch, I'ma get the looch
One gold tooth and I put that on the gooch
You tell pooch, I'ma get the looch
One gold tooth and I put that on the gooch
Smokey Robinson, singing with the miracles
Fill her up, 92 plus
Only automatic, I don't deal with the clutch
Sugarhill, I'm about to get a dollar bill
Shining like a hot day on a wet seal
Lullaby mixed with the alibi
She was telling lies so I hit her with the side eye
Prime time, henny with the lime, my zodiac sign is a capital crime
I change lanes, weed in my mouth, mayne
You can pop tags but I'd rather pop game
Soda pop, mix with the mollywop
Take it off top when the coke price drop
Bulletproof, one gold tooth
Two blue suits and I put that on the gooch
Give to the drop, hot rocks in the Glock
I'm the hottest on the block, got a trunk full of knot
Box full of props, go dummy in the shop
And the money don't stop 'til the bunny on top
Boss moves, oldschool, 7-2
Motor swap, new shocks and the gold shoes
Hoes choose, tripping off the [?]
Hella smooth but you gotta abide by the rules
Before I ask, got another zodiac
Might be a psych bitch, gotta fall back
When it's business online, then it's all racks
Ain't no playin' with the cat, nope never that
Little powder in the pack, first 48
All she do is date, I don't even think she ate
Never bet her eye, never even took a break
But I bet you every single dollar bills straight
Fly things, remind me to floss, gotta wear shades in a bright restaurant
I smoke hard, Humphrey Bogart
And just got a brand new jacket from the fur god
Showcase, the homie got a goatee
Betty Crocker waves cause I gotta make cake
The Fillmoe, mixed with the ganja
Put it all together, Rakim Allah
What up doe, [?] I used to get the crab legs with the Aceboco
I hit the block, my smile half copped
(That's okay [?]) Fire up the pot
You tell pooch, I'ma get the looch
One gold tooth and I put that on the gooch
You tell pooch, I'ma get the looch
One gold tooth and I put that on the gooch
