"Ms. Goodies" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
Yeah, hey
Soprano gang, nigga. Look. Hey
Four zones in my sweats, I met my lick at Checkers
He a bitch, I know he told, it was off the record
I'm with the big-body shit, I can't brag 'bout Lexus
I'm with the plug in his goodies, a kilo on my necklace
Backpack got a chicken in it, I ain't talking breakfast
I buy a double park that's signatures, it be going in seconds
Huh
East-side Buffett's what we call a mecca
Lookout's on the corner, he took a blast and chuggin' Cheveckas
Huh
My bitch want Destiny niggas it's cold as ever
We cuffin' hard in the winter, gotta be a two for better
Junkies walkin' down the street, she on my ass
She said, my shit get rated, you better move me to somewhere better, relax
I told that bitch pass me a scale and a blender
It's toward time, I'm tryna bag these bundles, been bailin' a splinter
Two by four doors, she broke her nails and her hands got a splinter
I said, "If we get rich, I'll buy your ass and send bands at the dealer."
Dog shit in my pockets, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
Huh
East-side Buff my youngin' toga switchers
Grrt
They know I'm with the shit, I might pull up hittin'
Same purpose for a week, I thought they caught a chicken
Huh
Dog shit in my pocket, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
You should worry about, the party lit, I cleared out
Grrt, your bitch location off, you wonder about her whereabouts
I got a baggin' dog if she steal, I knock her veneers out
Alcaldorm hittin' women, gangster, this shit is business
30 thou' on the re-up before I bought a pendant
Huh
East-side bus, niggas toting extensions
Double doors on the kitchen, I chopped up on most of the dishes
On the road to the riches, you broke niggas road bumps
I'm in West Atlanta's strap with 30 niggas with gold fronts
She a cold slut, I'm stashing out her crib in a stove trunk
She give me top while she take your bumps in a nose run
The folks come, you don't know shit 'til I bail you out
Got me locked, my son's trapped, and the little niggas tryna learn my routs
I'm a rapper, my plug greedy, the niggas still tryna send him out
They call him "Brought Numbers", the only thing that he care about
I jumped out the game, he said, "Duffle Bag
You ain't that smart," I brought it up the trap
Still bang on the back door, shit I send shots at niggas
What you mean when I'm strapped for a head on a swivel?
I'm sweating every time I see a black dog, it's a fact
Dog shit in my pockets, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
Huh
East-side Buff my youngin' toga switchers
Grrt
They know I'm with the shit, I might pull up hittin'
Same purpose for a week, I thought they caught a chicken
Huh
Dog shit in my pocket, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
You should worry about, the party lit, I cleared out
Grrt, your bitch location off, you wonder about her whereabouts
I got a baggin' dog if she steal, I knock her veneers out
Soprano gang, nigga. Look. Hey
Four zones in my sweats, I met my lick at Checkers
He a bitch, I know he told, it was off the record
I'm with the big-body shit, I can't brag 'bout Lexus
I'm with the plug in his goodies, a kilo on my necklace
Backpack got a chicken in it, I ain't talking breakfast
I buy a double park that's signatures, it be going in seconds
Huh
East-side Buffett's what we call a mecca
Lookout's on the corner, he took a blast and chuggin' Cheveckas
Huh
My bitch want Destiny niggas it's cold as ever
We cuffin' hard in the winter, gotta be a two for better
Junkies walkin' down the street, she on my ass
She said, my shit get rated, you better move me to somewhere better, relax
I told that bitch pass me a scale and a blender
It's toward time, I'm tryna bag these bundles, been bailin' a splinter
Two by four doors, she broke her nails and her hands got a splinter
I said, "If we get rich, I'll buy your ass and send bands at the dealer."
Dog shit in my pockets, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
Huh
East-side Buff my youngin' toga switchers
Grrt
They know I'm with the shit, I might pull up hittin'
Same purpose for a week, I thought they caught a chicken
Huh
Dog shit in my pocket, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
You should worry about, the party lit, I cleared out
Grrt, your bitch location off, you wonder about her whereabouts
I got a baggin' dog if she steal, I knock her veneers out
Alcaldorm hittin' women, gangster, this shit is business
30 thou' on the re-up before I bought a pendant
Huh
East-side bus, niggas toting extensions
Double doors on the kitchen, I chopped up on most of the dishes
On the road to the riches, you broke niggas road bumps
I'm in West Atlanta's strap with 30 niggas with gold fronts
She a cold slut, I'm stashing out her crib in a stove trunk
She give me top while she take your bumps in a nose run
The folks come, you don't know shit 'til I bail you out
Got me locked, my son's trapped, and the little niggas tryna learn my routs
I'm a rapper, my plug greedy, the niggas still tryna send him out
They call him "Brought Numbers", the only thing that he care about
I jumped out the game, he said, "Duffle Bag
You ain't that smart," I brought it up the trap
Still bang on the back door, shit I send shots at niggas
What you mean when I'm strapped for a head on a swivel?
I'm sweating every time I see a black dog, it's a fact
Dog shit in my pockets, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
Huh
East-side Buff my youngin' toga switchers
Grrt
They know I'm with the shit, I might pull up hittin'
Same purpose for a week, I thought they caught a chicken
Huh
Dog shit in my pocket, bitch, I'm one of them niggas
You should worry about, the party lit, I cleared out
Grrt, your bitch location off, you wonder about her whereabouts
I got a baggin' dog if she steal, I knock her veneers out
