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GOOD yute (feat. CROGANG.) Video (MV)






CROGANG. Sabali - GOOD yute (feat. CROGANG.) Lyrics




Who shot your block (Hey)
The answer ain't always on CP
You ready to ride out
That don't be sounding like me ay
You're going to your pop's house (Oh No)
If you wanna hang in these streets look
Now mama just calm down
Cause that is the Jane a whole different lane (Finch Ave)
That was before the new scenery (Scene)
The most high is good he believed in me (Ay The Most High)
I do not hang in these streets streets so I cannot claim any street meat (Oh No)
Bali spit facts key key (Yea man)
Break it in half ah e (Slang)
I ain't cappin' on wax I'm not in the trap (Na)
But ain't nothin' sweet sweet

Got the whole block on freeze (Freeze)
And they move waps (Slang) round me (Wa)
It's a lock off ting (Ting)
Hood democracy (See)
Imma good kid mad city (City City)
Imma good kid mad city (Yea Ugh)

And they move waps (Slang) round me
Hood democracy
Still a lock off ting (Ting)
Got the block on freeze (Tic Ka)
Imma good kid mad city
That's another day one
Imma good kid mad city

He got a chopper to make it sing like la la
She went to OFSAA for hitting licks proper
In a blue collar they still might try to rob ya
They trap in Hondas (What)
And Impalas (Oh No)
It's bigger than me hold up wait yea
They hating we hating who's stopping us g
Need I remind them the clothes we admiring
Prada and Diors from me (Yea)
Love the designer but we are the original designer Baguettes Philippe's
So it ain't nothing to me

And they move waps round
Lock off
Macra (Slang)
See
See (Yea)
See (Yea)
Imma good kid mad city
City yea
Imma good kid mad city
Yea ugh
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Who shot your block (Hey)
The answer ain't always on CP
You ready to ride out
That don't be sounding like me ay
You're going to your pop's house (Oh No)
If you wanna hang in these streets look
Now mama just calm down
Cause that is the Jane a whole different lane (Finch Ave)
That was before the new scenery (Scene)
The most high is good he believed in me (Ay The Most High)
I do not hang in these streets streets so I cannot claim any street meat (Oh No)
Bali spit facts key key (Yea man)
Break it in half ah e (Slang)
I ain't cappin' on wax I'm not in the trap (Na)
But ain't nothin' sweet sweet

Got the whole block on freeze (Freeze)
And they move waps (Slang) round me (Wa)
It's a lock off ting (Ting)
Hood democracy (See)
Imma good kid mad city (City City)
Imma good kid mad city (Yea Ugh)

And they move waps (Slang) round me
Hood democracy
Still a lock off ting (Ting)
Got the block on freeze (Tic Ka)
Imma good kid mad city
That's another day one
Imma good kid mad city

He got a chopper to make it sing like la la
She went to OFSAA for hitting licks proper
In a blue collar they still might try to rob ya
They trap in Hondas (What)
And Impalas (Oh No)
It's bigger than me hold up wait yea
They hating we hating who's stopping us g
Need I remind them the clothes we admiring
Prada and Diors from me (Yea)
Love the designer but we are the original designer Baguettes Philippe's
So it ain't nothing to me

And they move waps round
Lock off
Macra (Slang)
See
See (Yea)
See (Yea)
Imma good kid mad city
City yea
Imma good kid mad city
Yea ugh
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Writer: Bismark Boateng, Christopher Dundas-Robinson, Derick Boateng, Jaleel Alfred, Sabali Barning-Boateng
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave


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