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Commute Video (MV)




Performed By: Goose Gone Do It
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Joshua Johnson




Goose Gone Do It - Commute Lyrics
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Everyday I'm racing to them racks like an athlete
Got 2 twin bitches Mary k and lil Ashley
Sack full of money plenty straps that attract me
She just wanna eat a nigga up cause she nasty
In my own lane play no games ion f*ck w lames
Strap on me jitt u tig cause you thank Issa game
Blowing on Exotic u can't get this type of Mary Jane
I told the trap I Do I had to get that bitch a wedding ring
You ain't talking paper then that shit there is irrelevant
Sold my 1st pack n 9th grade been trappin ever since
Crackers hit my spot I fled the scene and left no evidence
Be careful who you f*ck wit niggas snitching for the hell of it
Sippin clean raw poor a duece
Watch how I run up the loot
EST 92
Yea the streets call me Goose
Get a bean ima boot
Keep a shooter on the roof
Max out new coupe
Black op shit make a nigga cop duece
Killin shit
I get that pack n deliver it
I just might smash out the dealership
Addicted to codeine and phenergan
4-4 BOA 4 a 10 again
Florida nigga I ain't never wear timberlands
F*ck niggas steady hatin & envyin
I been trappin out the pack 4 them Benjamin's
Gotta get that bag in
Trap shit no flaggin
Racks stuffed in the mattress
Dope all in the attic
Green backs ima attic
Switching lanes all in traffic
Bankroll gotta have it
Dope vanish like magic aye aye
Everyday I'm racing to them racks like an athlete
Got 2 twin bitches Mary k and lil Ashley
Sack full of money plenty straps that attract me
She just wanna eat a nigga up cause she nasty
In my own lane play no games ion f*ck w lames
Strap on me jitt u tig cause you thank Issa game
Blowing on Exotic u can't get this type of Mary Jane
I told the trap I Do I had to get that bitch a wedding ring
You ain't talking paper then that shit there is irrelevant
Sold my 1st pack n 9th grade been trappin ever since
Crackers hit my spot I fled the scene and left no evidence
Be careful who you f*ck wit niggas snitching for the hell of it
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Everyday I'm racing to them racks like an athlete
Got 2 twin bitches Mary k and lil Ashley
Sack full of money plenty straps that attract me
She just wanna eat a nigga up cause she nasty
In my own lane play no games ion f*ck w lames
Strap on me jitt u tig cause you thank Issa game
Blowing on Exotic u can't get this type of Mary Jane
I told the trap I Do I had to get that bitch a wedding ring
You ain't talking paper then that shit there is irrelevant
Sold my 1st pack n 9th grade been trappin ever since
Crackers hit my spot I fled the scene and left no evidence
Be careful who you f*ck wit niggas snitching for the hell of it
Sippin clean raw poor a duece
Watch how I run up the loot
EST 92
Yea the streets call me Goose
Get a bean ima boot
Keep a shooter on the roof
Max out new coupe
Black op shit make a nigga cop duece
Killin shit
I get that pack n deliver it
I just might smash out the dealership
Addicted to codeine and phenergan
4-4 BOA 4 a 10 again
Florida nigga I ain't never wear timberlands
F*ck niggas steady hatin & envyin
I been trappin out the pack 4 them Benjamin's
Gotta get that bag in
Trap shit no flaggin
Racks stuffed in the mattress
Dope all in the attic
Green backs ima attic
Switching lanes all in traffic
Bankroll gotta have it
Dope vanish like magic aye aye
Everyday I'm racing to them racks like an athlete
Got 2 twin bitches Mary k and lil Ashley
Sack full of money plenty straps that attract me
She just wanna eat a nigga up cause she nasty
In my own lane play no games ion f*ck w lames
Strap on me jitt u tig cause you thank Issa game
Blowing on Exotic u can't get this type of Mary Jane
I told the trap I Do I had to get that bitch a wedding ring
You ain't talking paper then that shit there is irrelevant
Sold my 1st pack n 9th grade been trappin ever since
Crackers hit my spot I fled the scene and left no evidence
Be careful who you f*ck wit niggas snitching for the hell of it
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Writer: Joshua Johnson
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