Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goofies, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 31.08.2022
Song language: English
Goofies |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAyy, look at who they called gang (Who?)\nNiggas goofier than a bitch, though\nThrowin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?\nPrayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now\nStill screamin', «Fuck\n«changed the country for the Hip Hop\nNigga walkin' in with the gang, shut shit down like\n, don’t play with his\nHis wrist like Baby kids, can of whip like Dede bitch\nFuck your man, I’m in Australia, bitch\nFuck your ho', won’t date that bitch\nWalk in still swung, know you hate that shit\nten K of my shit\nBeast to East, rappin' 'bout deep in the street\nAll you niggas keepin' peace\nI guess eatin' fruits, I don’t got a girl, ain’t no sleep with me\nDo shit like gang, Gs on me, hundred, freezin' the piece\nTell me, freeze, please, we gone, we out, I hope niggas holdin' it down\nThis ain’t no foldin', clown, too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown\nThat lil' boy shit won’t stop, she called me, «Foul», but how? She keepin' with\ny’all\nWe just jump deep in the crowd, turnt up with them, touch my piece you go down\nYou know I press it a lot, iced out Baby, whack you, bye-bye-bye\nCorbin thuggin', sticks when we’re in here clubbin', rich nigga shit,\ndon’t touch us\nThis shit bussin', Ice Box\nhad the most fall in Kentucky\nIt got chucky, they don’t wanna play, then we dump 'em, spot it, on fire,\nit’s jungle\nSay she love me, lil' bitch just tryna get lucky, 'cause she know a nigga\ngettin' money\nAyy, look at who they called gang (Who?)\nNiggas goofier than a bitch, though\nThrowin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?\nPrayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now\nStill screamin', «Fuck\n«changed the country for the Hip Hop\nOld niggas with no figures, I don’t care 'bout who you used to be (No)\nQuarter milly in GBP, that’s three-forty in USD\nThat’s ten mill in this USB, turn Quart Stone like USG\nAnd usually they ain’t usin' me (No), but I let it slide, they ain’t usin' teeth\nLamb' truck with a shanked tuck, this ain’t cheap meat that you’re eatin' bitch\n(No)\nPrivate jet, I’m leavin' quick, hit StillBrick' and I need a brick\nGot choppers out when they stop us now, these pussy pigs won’t leave the kid\nThey found a stick in my niggas whip with a silencer and a full clip\nHow you turn a AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?)\nI got one but don’t use it, 'cause it’s too big when I ride out\nIt’s a old one and it’s wooden (It's wooden)\nYou ho', you said that you wouldn’t (You said that you wouldn’t)\nDo-do all of this hate and shit and come, tell my girl is a woman (Bitch)\nNow I’m on the phone to my stylist, in that high live, I need another bag\n(Wagwan?)\nShe proper mad like, «Damn bro, you got caught again with another slag»\nI gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Fuckin' hell, man)\nI got a Scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip\nAyy, look at who they called gang (Who?)\nNiggas goofier than a bitch, though\nThrowin' dirt on my (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?\nPrayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now\nStill screamin' «Fuck\n«changed the country for the Hip Hop |