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G.O.M.D. lyrics

Performer AK

G.O.M.D. song lyrics by AK official

G.O.M.D. is a song in English

Yeah, I'm just sayin' whether you in the way or you out the way
This the type shit make niggas feel the way you dig
Get off my, get off my, get off my
See, I don't know them, but they sure know who I are
And if you don't, then nice to meet you, I'm the boy
Don't need no watch, no grill, no ice, no fancy car
Just got four words that I can tell you from afar
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my, get off my, get off my dick
Just checked my iPhone, I got 4 text, where you at
No app store, no Apple Music, no iCloud, I'm a Mac
My bro-bro just turned up, his plug touched down with a pack
Even when I do become a star, keep the four on me like Dak
And the crazy thing is we was have-nots, now we have knots
Niggas scared to get in that field, these niggas mascots
I ain't scared to fail, I'm the type learn from my pass drops
Through the lift kit on that truck body, gave it ass shots
These ain't no G-Nikes, these Louis Lows cost a stack
I was broke-broke when I was with y'all, tell my old hoes run it back
Nah, matter of fact, stay that way, I got them hung up like a plaque
Some say I should keep a low-pro, but they no no fun in that
They gotta see me
See, I don't know them, but they sure know who I are
And if you don't, then nice to meet you, I'm the boy
Don't need no watch, no grill, no ice, no fancy car
Just got four words that I could tell you from afar
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Get off my, get off my, get off my dick
Tryna turn all this shit to a palace, we in the W
Shout out to Los, he done set up the 2-fer in Dallas
I may go ghost without lettin' you know, but I swear I don't move with no malice
Pickin' her brain, she goin' insane, I got her in Wonderland, Alice
Got her in Wonderland, Alice
And when I'm dead broke, I get agitated, I get turnt off
I get aggravated, make my next move be my best move
So I'm on point like I'm calibrated
And if your move is a cold move, I don't hate, dawg, I congratulate it
I got no flaws on my face card, you can check that, you can validate it
Tyler Perry, Madea, these niggas be bitches
I'm standoffish, they gotta hate me from a distance
Like DC Comics, be flashin' out with the quickness
I'm chasin' cream, my pockets green, this bitch a picnic, uh
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Writer: Aaron Kennedy
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