Lil Wayne – Goulish (Pusha T Diss)

 Letra de Lil Wayne – Goulish (Pusha T Diss)

 Lyrics Lil Wayne – Goulish (Pusha T Diss)

 Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love ‘em

 His head up his ass, I’ma have to headbutt him

 Gut ‘em, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach

 It’s me LT like when you heat butter

 Ol’ pussy in the pan, red is the flag

 Fuck wit’ me wrong, I put your head in your hands

 There’ll be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere

 I’ma alien, I hope you aint the Prince of Bel-air

 That’s real nigga talk, these niggas speechless

 Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features

 Hammer on my side like I work in construction

 Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions

 Niggas can’t see me, not even a glimpse

 Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps

 South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid

 You can find me on Collin’s like Bootsy

 I aint on no fuck shit, I be on that Trukfit

 Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6

 All I ever see is Ben Franklin face

 I chase the bank I don’t bank with Chase

 You fuckin’ with some niggas that’ll murk y’all

 Nigga you softer than a muthafuckin’ nerf ball

 Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?

 He was talkin’ shit and we put a clap into that boy

 Tunechi!