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Ameer Vann - Neighborhood Goat Lyrics

[Chorus: Mike Melinoe]
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Mike Melinoe]
I come to wreck the party
Pay me checks of [?]
I'm off to kill you living nigga
Pay attention
Daddy left for sinning
Mama drank, forgiving
Die from Satan children
Pain is raping pilgrims
Fuck your idols, I retired plenty
Bet a pretty penny in the palace pennon
Spent the day retrieving
Dragging balls of Phoenix
I'ma cop the Phantom just to say I seen it
Need it, fuck, I been the reasons they receiving
All expose opposes get the best of me
And seasons, Jesus, I'm your holy honor
God, Jehovah, Shamen seem insane
Well, say your motive
[?] is how you punished for citing [?]
Better pray you come for all your fallen puppets
I'm your master
Business labor save the day
Remaining fit and profit
[?} to the moshpit
[Chorus: Mike Melinoe]
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no (yeah!)

[Verse 2: Mike Melinoe]
This is pure annihilation, bodies dropping
They can find me by the lake while tryna paint a station
Penetrate a cadence
[?] is at your pavement
Lie Verizon while I'm tryna plot by Reagan
Demolition mine, and ties are making plenty
Grinding time, your time to [?]
Keep a half a fragrance, in a bitch occasion
I'ma crash the surface or a trip to Vegas
Who you fucking with me?
Nothing under fifty
I'm your idol, cry me while I'm fucking fisting
Get the business, bitch
And with a fifth of hiccups
With a stripper stick up in a fifth of Phillip
Are you [?] run it and your bitch is [?]
Off a tab in Venus with some hash and tennis
I'ma tax for centuries in a blacker Bentley
With some ash in Philly
Welcome back from [?]
[Chorus: Mike Melinoe]
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no
Oh, you better know
I'm equipped with dough
Oh, you better hope
I ain't sniffing coke
Oh, you better know
I invented dope
Oh, you better hope
I ain't switching, no (yeah!)

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
My bitch is red, and Jesus black
I paint my whip, and Jesus wept
I break the bread, I break the fish
I feed the hood, I feed your bitch
I cop the zip, I make it flip
I cop the slab and make it whip
Keep bananas if the moneys trip
I peel it back and then watch 'em slip
It's like Jungle Book, smoke with Moses and the burning bush
Hood Jesus turn wine to kush
No time to talk, I got sense to push
Buy the gram, I keep it down
When I count money, don't interrupt me