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Hahahaha! Clibbo, you're crazy for this one! Hahaha! Yeat, you put a goat emoji on this one We got one or two more after this one too I'm speaking goat! Baa! Yeah, goat shit, uh, uh, uh This that goat shit, yeah, this that goat shit This that grab your hoe shit, this that fuck your throat shit This that smoking dope with Off-White, lookin' like a Pope shit Baa, baa, baa, huh, hold on, I'm speaking goat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) We got the Louis so we 'bout to go I just spent 15 hundred on Balenci', my toes We got hidden money, you don't know where it go I been sippin' muddy, gotta get rid of this co' I just dropped 15 thousand, I bought me a new coat I got a hundred bands just to rock out a show I'm not the minute man, but I dip and I go I love her pussy, damn, yeah, it never gets old Hoe, yeah, what 'bout that soap? Hoe, yeah, what 'bout that soap? Yeah, yeah, what 'bout that pole? Yeah, yeah, yeah, what 'bout that dope? Huh, huh, huh? I keep on sinning, I know I forget it The way that I switch it, you thought it's a pick Boy, your music is ass, all I'm hearing is crickets The Hi-Tech I'm sipping and it's very sticky I do what I say and you better not forget it Baby, come over, yeah, yeah, let's kick it Time running out, yeah, it's tickin', yeah Now I keep running it, now I keep running it, yeah, yeah I shit on your music, I fuck on your hoe, I know she no Tiffany, yeah, yeah The penthouse is ruined, the molly and toolie, oh, oh, yeah yeah Bitch, yeah, I'm geekin', I'm up in the studio These bitches go crazy when you give 'em Julio I pop me a Tesla-cal but now I am coolio Viking, I'm so barbaric I switch my flow, don't care Rockin' that brand-new Moncler They said that I'm bad and they sad that they swervin' But they bite like a shark in a tank with the fish I swear to God that I'll really get rich Young Hannah Montana, I sing on your bitch I didn't know she would give it to me I didn't know she'd forgive me And I know that these kids mad as shit at me Yeah, I told my mom I'm making history All of y'all broke and y'all borrow a percent of me Got in the money, five little mini-me's They biting the kid, they wanna be a mini-me I'm with the smoke just like a chimney They spelling my name wrong just like a spelling bee I'm off the shrooms and this shit feeling heavenly Told you I want you, told you I need you Told you I want you, told you I need you Told you I want you, yeah That's the end of it, run that shit back! (Run that shit!) Yeah, goat shit, uh, uh, uh This that goat shit, yeah, this that goat shit This that grab your hoe shit, this that fuck your throat shit This that smoking dope with Off-White, lookin' like a Pope shit Baa, baa, baa, huh, hold on, I'm speaking goat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) We got the Louis so we 'bout to go I just spent 15 hundred on Balenci', my toes We got hidden money, you don't know where it go I been sippin' muddy, gotta get rid of this co' I just dropped 15 thousand, I bought me a new coat
Writer(s): Noah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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