Taro Kai featuring Masked Man and Cloud Mac - GOKU

[Cloud Mac] Yeah, she like the way I roll Blacked in a rove Man's stacked and cracked on the road Man's flapped and tapped till he dove Little bitch won't back his bros (I don't give a fuck) Got no time for the pussy footer Could have backed his boys but the wussy wouldn't Could have shot right back but I bet he didn't Now he's lost his mind in the muddy rhythm (I don't think it's cool) How do you think? Lighting a barrel and tell you to blink Lessen your mind, I'm making it pink Couple more drinks then get in the beam I do not go Blast in your door Say I sound quiet but this is a roar Everyone talking but no one want more I don't give fucks, yeah I'm ready for war [Taro Kai] Bounce back, jus cancelled a show Count thru stacks in the blacked out rolls Ask me the fashion, I can't tell a soul Everything I'm always rockin' in vogue Step on the court, ball like Demar DeRoz' Get picked out the field like that boy was a rose Peep out the fleece, no crease no fold She been lookin at me like she lookin for gold Ain't no comparison show my opponent Not me and he step in my shoes, bet he folding You can not top me with this rockin' and rolling You cannot copy, she cannot cop me, every shot clock 3, watch it fly thru the hole Every line dropped I get consignment in bold She get fined every time that she violate code He get taxed off the back if he act like a hoe Like damn [hook] Go ku, no Goku, but I go ham Soju, go thru, in her throat get slammed Throw two, poke you, then get out that jam Roll you, smoke you, turn his to a gram (x2) Pass me the oop, to the hoop, space jam Smash on his hoe from the back face down I can vanish a hoe, taro alakazam Cause damage to foes any time that I can (hook) [Masked Man] I got range on a bruddah Throwing my fist put blame on a bruddah Calling my name put game on his cousin Lay a girl down leave quick no number I ain't really fucking wit a dumb ass cunt This boy ain't shit fay put him in his blunt He ain't really wit it he wit it come up Call up my boys and they’ll stab him and run Yeah I stab him said fuck dat yout Chillin wit ya girl man fuck her 2 I don't really care what boydem do Dem boy get close dem boy get 2 I don't really know dem pussies Respect get her earnt so respect dis should he Come close come close, fuck you, case closed (hook)

Written by:
Unknown Composer Author, Corey Ricketts, Taro Kai

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