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Goodnight (feat. Bagboy Keem) Lyrics


Cris Streetz Goodnight (feat. Bagboy Keem)




[Hook]

She hop in my whip
Text you good night
Ball like I'm Wilt
Ain't checking no price
Dennis Smith Jr with all of the work
Trap been jumping my shit got vert
All of my n****s no fear in they eyes
If they around no question they ride
In love with that currency, don't gotta type
Off to the bag, bout to catch flight

She hop in my whip
Text you good night
Ball like I'm Wilt
Ain't checking no price
Dennis Smith Jr with all of the work
Trap been jumping my shit got vert
All of my n****s no fear in they eyes
If they around no question they ride
In love with that currency, don't gotta type
Off to the bag, bout to catch flight

[Verse 1]

Ya just be talking too much
You ain't riding get you tuned up
Heard they getting ran outta town
Talking Goonie like them n****s us
Had to trade the car for a truck
Fit 6 hitters, boutta fill it up
Smokin 93, fill my blunt
My dawg on Jungle & I'm rolling Runts
Whole squad smoking rapper weed
On the check in sold the rappers weed
Give you game gotta charge a fee
Sold not told boy nothin free
In circles they knowing wussup
It's like I got keys to the city
I'm coming live from the trap
My So Raspy brothers is with me
B**** know it's UsNvrThem
Them h** n****s we don't deal wit em
Don't pose for pictures and no we don't feel em
Need me coup, thinking no ceilings
F..cking on shawty but it's no feelings
Bitch gotta bitch both of them wit it
Started wit lows made me a killing
Renting a floor come back for the building
B****

[Hook]

She hop in my whip
Text you good night
Ball like I'm Wilt
Ain't checking no price
Dennis Smith Jr with all of the work
Trap been jumping my shit got vert
All of my n****s no fear in they eyes
If they around no question they ride
In love with that currency, don't gotta type
Off to the bag, bout to catch flight

She hop in my whip
Text you good night
Ball like I'm Wilt
Ain't checking no price
Dennis Smith Jr with all of the work
Trap been jumping my shit got vert
All of my n****s no fear in they eyes
If they around no question they ride
In love with that currency, don't gotta type
Off to the bag, bout to catch flight



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