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GO! (feat. John) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kg Kel
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Christian Hardy




Kg Kel - GO! (feat. John) Lyrics




Go, go, go, go
Throwin' ones in the air
Cause she shakin' all that ass
I got money in the bank

Let me get some more cash
Bad bitty to the knees
Now she call a nigga dad
She ain't pickin' up the phone

Cause I'm pullin' on her tracks
Go, go
She throwin' ice for the niggas in the burn
Go, go

She throwin' ice for the niggas in the burn
I got my chop in this bitch, I'm goin' crazy
Go, go
She don't even know my name

She want my baby
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go

Go, go
She makin' that shit fire
She be movin', she be dancin
She makin' that shit wild

Like my fully automatic
Her niggas always talkin' like she ain't shakin' ass
She said, I'm on place to matter
I just blew her back out

Blew her back out
Blew her back out
She can't breathe
How many times I gave her back

Cause she suckin' on her dick
She can't take it
She gotta get out
She gotta get out

She gotta get out
She already knew I had a friend
I don't f*ckin' speed up
She made it clap

She made it move
She already knew what the f*ck to do
She said, I'm good, I almost passed out
But if this bitch don't shut up, I'ma crash out

Keep talkin', I'ma blow your f*ckin' back out
Yeah, my bro said he blew her back out
Now she on the floor throwin' ice, no
All this money in my pocket, all I do is haul this blue

Got a chop in my hand, why this bitch pickin' tools
I'm a rich nigga
I got hundreds in my hands, you a bitch nigga
If she wanna come and f*ck me, cause my shit bigger

Oh-oh-oh
She don't wanna leave me
Oh-oh-oh
Callin' my phone creepin

Mm-hmm
Like, bitch, I'm leavin
Oh-oh-oh
I gotta get to my side

Let's go
Cuttin' my bucks, no help
With that money comin' stackin' to the shelf
I got bread, I don't know what's left

I get shit, I gotta worry about myself
These niggas hoes, all these niggas wanna tell
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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Go, go, go, go
Throwin' ones in the air
Cause she shakin' all that ass
I got money in the bank

Let me get some more cash
Bad bitty to the knees
Now she call a nigga dad
She ain't pickin' up the phone

Cause I'm pullin' on her tracks
Go, go
She throwin' ice for the niggas in the burn
Go, go

She throwin' ice for the niggas in the burn
I got my chop in this bitch, I'm goin' crazy
Go, go
She don't even know my name

She want my baby
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go

Go, go
She makin' that shit fire
She be movin', she be dancin
She makin' that shit wild

Like my fully automatic
Her niggas always talkin' like she ain't shakin' ass
She said, I'm on place to matter
I just blew her back out

Blew her back out
Blew her back out
She can't breathe
How many times I gave her back

Cause she suckin' on her dick
She can't take it
She gotta get out
She gotta get out

She gotta get out
She already knew I had a friend
I don't f*ckin' speed up
She made it clap

She made it move
She already knew what the f*ck to do
She said, I'm good, I almost passed out
But if this bitch don't shut up, I'ma crash out

Keep talkin', I'ma blow your f*ckin' back out
Yeah, my bro said he blew her back out
Now she on the floor throwin' ice, no
All this money in my pocket, all I do is haul this blue

Got a chop in my hand, why this bitch pickin' tools
I'm a rich nigga
I got hundreds in my hands, you a bitch nigga
If she wanna come and f*ck me, cause my shit bigger

Oh-oh-oh
She don't wanna leave me
Oh-oh-oh
Callin' my phone creepin

Mm-hmm
Like, bitch, I'm leavin
Oh-oh-oh
I gotta get to my side

Let's go
Cuttin' my bucks, no help
With that money comin' stackin' to the shelf
I got bread, I don't know what's left

I get shit, I gotta worry about myself
These niggas hoes, all these niggas wanna tell
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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Writer: Christian Hardy
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