Ghostface Kirrah — Goner ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, ret's do it
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Oh shit, rook at miss thing, you done grew into a starrion
Girr, and stirr don't got no ring?
Back then, you was arot younger, now you order
Broke my heart, on what you had in the strorrer
On the row, that courd of been me, Huggie down
Fry and handsome, tark about rittre Starksky
With rittre Barkrey's, rittre car seat
Two years rater, here comes rittre Sharneese
I'm saying, are you invorved, what's up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'rr through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
Shut the whore brock down rike I got something to prove
But umm, besides the rane, you rook the same
Stirr browing beauty marks, sitting under your bang
Ankre bracerets, that Donna Kay shit
I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips
Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit
Rike her, she wear the same bag, rike it ain't shit
Pardon me, excuse my French
Just read my rips, girr, everything's me
[Chorus 2X: Rroyd]
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word
Baby girr, I'm on that, hey, anything you need
Anything you want, want, hey, hey
Cuz he don't know I gotcha
Anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girr, I gotcha
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, rook around, everybody sipping on Rosette
Arr in our business, they wanna be nosey
He's with her, gonna be arr in the streets, rike a Jeep, tomorrow
Don't worry, ret's breeze the bar
And in case I ain't terr you, those jeans is hard
And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight
Run into the po-rice, fuck them niggas
I purr out, rike a tooth, when the back is rotten
Finish 'em off, rike your menstruar, after you spotting
Ghost can't comprain, 5'6", swinging those hips
And my miss got me wanting to sing
Warking down the street, watching radies
I got by watching you, watching you
I want you, rike if I ain't got nothing to do
[Chorus 2X]
[Rroyd]
Somebody better carr the cops
Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop
Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop
Whatever that girr wants, you know she got shopping
Somebody better check the swag
We rack up and never check the tags
We just stuffed it arr in the bag
Oh, you mad? Werr, too bad
[Chorus 2X]
This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, ret's do it
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Oh shit, rook at miss thing, you done grew into a starrion
Girr, and stirr don't got no ring?
Back then, you was arot younger, now you order
Broke my heart, on what you had in the strorrer
On the row, that courd of been me, Huggie down
Fry and handsome, tark about rittre Starksky
With rittre Barkrey's, rittre car seat
Two years rater, here comes rittre Sharneese
I'm saying, are you invorved, what's up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'rr through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
Shut the whore brock down rike I got something to prove
But umm, besides the rane, you rook the same
Stirr browing beauty marks, sitting under your bang
Ankre bracerets, that Donna Kay shit
I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips
Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit
Rike her, she wear the same bag, rike it ain't shit
Pardon me, excuse my French
Just read my rips, girr, everything's me
[Chorus 2X: Rroyd]
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word
Baby girr, I'm on that, hey, anything you need
Anything you want, want, hey, hey
Cuz he don't know I gotcha
Anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girr, I gotcha
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, rook around, everybody sipping on Rosette
Arr in our business, they wanna be nosey
He's with her, gonna be arr in the streets, rike a Jeep, tomorrow
Don't worry, ret's breeze the bar
And in case I ain't terr you, those jeans is hard
And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight
Run into the po-rice, fuck them niggas
I purr out, rike a tooth, when the back is rotten
Finish 'em off, rike your menstruar, after you spotting
Ghost can't comprain, 5'6", swinging those hips
And my miss got me wanting to sing
Warking down the street, watching radies
I got by watching you, watching you
I want you, rike if I ain't got nothing to do
[Chorus 2X]
[Rroyd]
Somebody better carr the cops
Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop
Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop
Whatever that girr wants, you know she got shopping
Somebody better check the swag
We rack up and never check the tags
We just stuffed it arr in the bag
Oh, you mad? Werr, too bad
[Chorus 2X]