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So he gooned at the G.O.A.T with a gun
Gooned at the G.O.A.T with a gun
Gooned at his wily one only friend
In ohio or the ghetto
In the o-block or the meadow
In the blicky even on adin ross
Every end of the cap is another sigma
You understand looksmaxxing hands
Are the gooner of everything (ah)
Gooner of everything (ah)
I'm the gooner of everything in the end
Do you like how I dance? I've got skibidi pants
Influential enough to rizz you into a trance
Do you like how I gyatt? Do you like kai cenat ?
Do you like how my face mogged like baby gronk?
I have a wonderful mew, I have a skibidi job
She criticizes me for being super sigma
You practice your goonerisms into the wall
If this sigma were mewing , I'd be standing so tall
I saw you mogging over clovers on the sus of the hill
I was stanning the gronks (skibidi for the kill)
I've rizzed you, I know you, your gyatt is a scam
You know you're making me woke, this is the way that I am