Goomah

Every Don needs a Dona

If that Dona becomes toxic

That Don needs a Goomah (Facts)

It wasn’t meant to be taking vows and wedding rings

Thought I had a future, moving on to better things

Out to get groceries, seen you at the market

Declared it an operation, you became my target

Now I’m on a mission to get your name and contacts

Walking up my heart is beating like I’m in combat

Good vibes and small talk, and I’m steady listening

You hate your spouse too, we in the same position

Creeping on the low, if they ask then we just a friend

Meet me at the mall parking lot at the very end

If I regret this then I have to own it

I’m standing in the present living in the moment I’m zoning

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah

Saved your name as Terrance but your name is Terra

Pulling up to scoop you from your job at Panera

Girls night out is the text when we link up

Tequila on rocks at the bar, we can get a cup

Ice on ya finger, I can tell he went to Jareds

Headed back home, back to this toxic marriage

Combative arguments plate throwing, and I had enough

Of the missed calls silent treatment and the petty stuff

Ruff Ruff, Imma be the dog you accuse me of

Going where I’m highly appreciated so excuse me love

Don’t try to track me, disabled my location

Ducked off with the mistress on a vacation, elation

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah

Lights camera action, I can only imagine

Making lust with passion, penetrate and thrashing

Beat it like a night stick, dark chocolate nice and thick

Redhead white chick, I don’t have a type trick

After I pipe this, make me wanna wife this

Together we a flight risk, sinners of unrighteous

And I kinda like this so lets keep it going

We be going at it, 3 in the morning

Imma take ya breath away, love to hear ya moaning

Looking for my Goomah, you have been chosen

So let’s get away the past is a memory

We can go missing, change our identities, feel me?

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah

Goomah baby be my Goomah

Would you be my Goomah, baby be my Goomah

They gon have to death do us part kinda sooner

If they wanna doom us baby be my Goomah