Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek D Taylor
Derek D Taylor
Songwriter
Corey Gaulden
Corey Gaulden
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's hurshsideeeee
They called me the goat
Baby know that I got flow
She mad cuz her man
Is a joke
That pussy U poke
I get it wet then I go
Won't call that bitch bacc
Till the morning
She mad
She alone
So she won't answer
The phone
Like Brittany
She bacc n my zone
I don't do feelings
Better call on Tyrone
If we ain't fuckin
Don't blow up my phone
Bitch is u stupid
Why your best friend think she Cupid
Ain't no love in my music
U throw an arrow
I'm shooting a bullet
I blame Ashanti
For leaving y'all foolish
Money around
So it's easy to lose it
If I broke a heart it ain't easy to glue it
Fuck love man that shit be confusing
Don't say you love me
Baby
Just prove it
She lovin the walk
She loving the talk
She loving the way
That I flow now
She heard in the bedroom it goes down
And if u ain't know u better know now
Baby I'm groovy
Get a camera
Make a movie
Hands in your hair
Finger fuckin
Your duble
Baby I'm nasty
Sweat your hair out
Till it's nappy
Come on baby get at me
Just ride the dick
While you Screaming out daddy
I love it when she call me papi
Baby knows that I'm nasty
Fuck her
Till she call me daddy
Roll the blunt
But don't pass me
I like to be high when I'm nasty
She feelin the wave like max b
She ain't see the great
Till she had me
And I Ain't scared of no ops
Gotta blast me
I married the Kate
Like she's Ashley
I married the game
Now we married
N I Kept the glock
Like my bitches
(Nasty)
U want me to slide
Send the addy
I Hurd she fuck
Wit the white
Like Barry
She could shoot
For the stars if had me
I'll still
Send a **** to god if she ask me
They called me the goat
Baby know that I got flow
She mad cuz her man
Is a joke
That pussy U poke
I get it wet then I go
Won't call that bitch bacc
Till the morning
She mad
She alone
So she won't answer
The phone
Like Brittany
She bacc n my zone
I don't do feelings
Better call on Tyrone
If we ain't fuckin
Don't blow up my phone
Bitch is u stupid
Why ur best friend think she Cupid
Aint no love in my music
U throw an arrow
I'm shooting a bullet
I blame Ashanti
For leaving y'all foolish
Money around
So it's easy to lose it
If I broke a heart it ain't easy to glue it
Fuck love man that shit be confusing
Don't say you love me
Baby
Just prove it
Written by: Corey Gaulden, Derek D Taylor
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