Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goat Cheese, artist - Lil Berete. Album song 1 Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NEW GEN
Song language: English
Goat Cheese |
My rights are |
Ya I know what my rights are |
Ya I know what my rights are ya |
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are |
My homie with the dotted license and he got it |
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side |
Diamonds I can’t breathe I just swat it like a mob tie |
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side |
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside |
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side |
Ya, ya, I don’t think you wanna really die |
Couple youngins they been reckless |
I got fake niggas screaming out, «Gang Gang» |
Your clout friend is your enemy |
Same thing propane how we smoke the shit |
I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins |
I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence |
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages |
I chase cheese and I’m feeling like a goat ya |
I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya |
Guess I fuck with 3's cuz it’s profit, money, debt ya |
I got couple dogs never switch never shuttin up |
Pick the Beemer up and I can barely use a pet ya |
I just freestyle tell these pussy nigga how I feel |
Makes up for the school time where I |
Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit |
On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it |
I was broke last year, no hoes last year |
And she’s in that latest, main bitch a actress |
She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno |
Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold |
I’m just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo ya |
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are |
My homie with the dotted license and he got it |
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side |
Diamonds I can’t breathe I just swat it like a mob tie |
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side |
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside |
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side |
Ya, ya, I don’t think you wanna really die |
Couple youngins they been reckless |
I got fake niggas screaming out, «Gang Gang» |
Your clout friend is your enemy |
Same thing propane how we smoke the shit |
I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins |
I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence |
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages |
I chase cheese and I’m feeling like a goat ya |
I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya |
Ya ya |