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Lil Mike Too Real - Goin' Off (feat. Queen.D) Lyrics



Lil Mike Too Real - Goin' Off (feat. Queen.D) Lyrics
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They be hatin' on nigga cause they know I get paid
I be toting big glocks, I ain't got a switch blade
I'm just tryna get that money, I'm tryna do some big things
Bitch I ball so hard, I deserve 6 rings
I'm in your presence like a mothaf*ckin' gift like I'm Santa
I told the world, come bear with a nigga like a panda
I might have to take a trip, I got broads in Atlanta
Bitch I'm all about a buck, like a nigga reppin' Tampa
I done stepped on the scene lookin' fly in my whip
Spent some cash at the mall, had to buy some new drip
I told this lil' bitch I'm a mothaf*ckin' playa, I ain't a simp
You must be out your f*ckin' mind if you think I'm gone slip
I be poppin' my shit, like I'm poppin' my collar
Yeah the bitch bad, but she ain't gettin no dollars
I told these hoes man I swear I break 'em off so proper
I'll take a nigga bitch like a mothaf*ckin' robber
I'm Too Throwed in the game, running shit like a athlete
Runnin' laps around these niggas, like I'm up at a track meet
Late at night the laws hot, so I be taking the backstreet
Money and bottles in the car, bitches sippin' up in the backseat
On my way to the bank, I had to make a deposit
Bitches wanna f*ck with me, cause they know that I got it
And I ain't tryna hear you talk, if you ain't 'bout profit
I really got it out the mud, I really came up from nothing
A nigga never wasting time, I'm tryna make it for real
Got the ball in my hand, I'm dunking like I'm Shaquille
I ain't shaking no hands, no I ain't making no deals
My eyes open in these streets, shit be crazy where I live, yeah
I be in the streets thuggin got my eyes open wide
Ain't no fear in my heart I never had to run and hide
Bitches talkin that shit but ain't really gone slide
I got shooters in my circle that's really gone ride
I'm just tryna get my paper hell yeah I'm tryna stack it
I'm cool, but if you try me I'm spazzing
I know they don't fight fair so I keep me a ratchet
I'm just tryna count my money make it stretch like elastic
Nigga claim he a big dawg but he really a poodle
Niggas broke ass hell sittin at the house eating noodles
I never gave up, always kept it pushin like a scooter
They say I'm crazy, but I really be chillin like a cooler
I ain't worried bout a nigga I ain't worried bout a bitch
If I f*ck with you I'm stuck with you, I can never switch
Real life true P I never sat on a bench
I got this shit out the mud I really came from the trench
Nigga said fix my face cause I be looking too mean
Finessed that nigga out some money, that nigga was too green
Hoes mad when I pop out cause I be too clean
My name Queen D, they know I'm too G, bitch
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They be hatin' on nigga cause they know I get paid
I be toting big glocks, I ain't got a switch blade
I'm just tryna get that money, I'm tryna do some big things
Bitch I ball so hard, I deserve 6 rings
I'm in your presence like a mothaf*ckin' gift like I'm Santa
I told the world, come bear with a nigga like a panda
I might have to take a trip, I got broads in Atlanta
Bitch I'm all about a buck, like a nigga reppin' Tampa
I done stepped on the scene lookin' fly in my whip
Spent some cash at the mall, had to buy some new drip
I told this lil' bitch I'm a mothaf*ckin' playa, I ain't a simp
You must be out your f*ckin' mind if you think I'm gone slip
I be poppin' my shit, like I'm poppin' my collar
Yeah the bitch bad, but she ain't gettin no dollars
I told these hoes man I swear I break 'em off so proper
I'll take a nigga bitch like a mothaf*ckin' robber
I'm Too Throwed in the game, running shit like a athlete
Runnin' laps around these niggas, like I'm up at a track meet
Late at night the laws hot, so I be taking the backstreet
Money and bottles in the car, bitches sippin' up in the backseat
On my way to the bank, I had to make a deposit
Bitches wanna f*ck with me, cause they know that I got it
And I ain't tryna hear you talk, if you ain't 'bout profit
I really got it out the mud, I really came up from nothing
A nigga never wasting time, I'm tryna make it for real
Got the ball in my hand, I'm dunking like I'm Shaquille
I ain't shaking no hands, no I ain't making no deals
My eyes open in these streets, shit be crazy where I live, yeah
I be in the streets thuggin got my eyes open wide
Ain't no fear in my heart I never had to run and hide
Bitches talkin that shit but ain't really gone slide
I got shooters in my circle that's really gone ride
I'm just tryna get my paper hell yeah I'm tryna stack it
I'm cool, but if you try me I'm spazzing
I know they don't fight fair so I keep me a ratchet
I'm just tryna count my money make it stretch like elastic
Nigga claim he a big dawg but he really a poodle
Niggas broke ass hell sittin at the house eating noodles
I never gave up, always kept it pushin like a scooter
They say I'm crazy, but I really be chillin like a cooler
I ain't worried bout a nigga I ain't worried bout a bitch
If I f*ck with you I'm stuck with you, I can never switch
Real life true P I never sat on a bench
I got this shit out the mud I really came from the trench
Nigga said fix my face cause I be looking too mean
Finessed that nigga out some money, that nigga was too green
Hoes mad when I pop out cause I be too clean
My name Queen D, they know I'm too G, bitch
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Writer: Mike Irvin, DeeDee Kennedy
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Lil Mike Too Real - Goin' Off (feat. Queen.D) Video
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Performed By: Lil Mike Too Real
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Mike Irvin, DeeDee Kennedy

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