Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goat , by - Plies. Song from the album The GOAT, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Plies
Song language: English
Goat |
| I’m the goat, I’m the goat |
| G-O-A-T (goat) |
| I’m the goat, I’m the goat |
| G-O-A-T (goat) |
| Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga |
| Five hunnid thousand on me, I can buy the Lamb truck |
| Got them sticks on me too, don’t make me hit cha mans up |
| Feel like how Tip use to feel, Bitch, I’m rubber banded up |
| She told me slow down when I hit it, she playing games with the nutt |
| Smell somethin' in my clothes I been grindin' all day |
| See the wad in my pocket, know I’m doing no cake |
| I just left from Bell Harbor, I spent twenty on beer |
| Got a redbone with flat stomach that fuck ah nigga to death |
| I just ate a weed brownie, got me feeling like I’m rollin' |
| In a foreign no miles, still drive it like it’s stolen |
| All these pussies sayin my name, I ain’t worried ‘bout'em, they just trollin' |
| I’m goin' lickin' by myself because all these niggas out here foldin' |
| I do not buy me no bust down, all my Rollies come from Rolex |
| If yo shit didn’t come with papers then yo Rollie ain’t a Rollie |
| All these niggas out here hollerin' bout «this summer, next summer» |
| Bih, this summer all gone, ain’t none of you niggas did nothin' |
| Whole clique ain’t got a bag, then you ain’t really eatin' |
| If the opps ain’t died, dawg, the you ain’t really beefin' |
| If ya sex good and you dead broke, then, baby, look in the mirror |
| Baby, my earring ain’t really earrings, I call them chandeliers |
| Got my passenger to the right, she don’t lean, she don’t perc |
| Only thing she keep hollerin' is she wanna bust it, she wanna twerk |
| Doing a 100 to the crib she wanna show me she can squirt |
| But if the bag call right now, I’m going to get to first |
| I’m in the hard top, hit the button and turn it to a ‘vert |
| You wanna know what the price is, it’s a hunnid for the verse |
| I been in the O for twenty hours, I been snappin' all day |
| You been on the phone with different hoes, you been cappin all day |
| I ain’t just the best doin' it, I’m the best that ever done it |
| Told my lawyer, they talking jail time, tell’em they can run it |
| I don’t know about you, but my bag gettin' bigger |
| Yeah, the hatin' intensified, but the crib got bigger |
| I ain’t been horny lately, baby, I been on a rack race |
| I been on the road, baby, I been in and out of states |
| Ain’t been sleeping much lately ‘cus its bread to be made |
| Know some secrets, I can’t tell, I’mma take’em to my grave |
| I’m the goat, I’m the goat, I’m the goat |
| G-O-A-T (goat) |
| I’m the goat, I’m the goat |
| I’m in a stake right now, it cost a nigga eleven hunnid |
| I got on the, made in the country |
| I said I want head, then I want head, ain’t with the back and forth discussion |
| I got some ridders that’ll ride, all I gotta do is hit the button |
| I like to valet when I park, ‘cus I ain’t waitin' ‘round for nothin' |
| Baby, please do not call me after dark if yo intentions ain’t fucking |
| Baby, my life a fuckin movie, best story ever told |
| I’m the goat, I’m the goat, I’m the muthafuckin' goat |
| I’m the goat |