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goofy af - babystaydown lyrics

[intro]
(what they talkin’—)
yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy*ayy, ayy
f*ck the opps, man, motherf*ckin’ gang in this b*tch, man, yeah
woah, woah, woah (wha*wha*what they talkin’ ’bout, traiqo?)
you know what’s goin’, man, you need tostay out this sh*t, man, we’ll spin that sh*t
woah, woah, woah, woah

[chorus]
ayy, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
yeah, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
huh, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
huh, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
yeah, i spend that bag, i’m like, “f*ck a receipt”
left wrist froze, my neck is on sea
they’re tellin’ me i’m a prodigy (yeah*yeah, yeah)
i ran it up, is you proud of me? (yeah*yeah, yeah)
i’m sorry, accеpt my apology (i’m sorry, i’m sorry)
i’m runnin’ it up, i’m out of reach
i’m off of these drugs, don’t bothеr me

[verse]
ayy, sn*tch off the lot, this b*tch geeked, hey (skrrt, skrrt)
girl, why you lyin’ to me? hey (hey)
my jeans, they gallery (let’s go), my shoes balenci’ (step)
i was always there for you, hm (what?), but you wasn’t there for me, huh
and i cannot care for you, hm, ’cause you didn’t care for me (d*mn)
yeah, slim thick bad sh*t go to pilates
i ran up my rackies, won’t get beside me (racks, racks)
when i wasn’t havin’, n*ggas was doubtin’
b*tches was laughin’, that sh*t was childish
forever lastin’, n*gga, we ballin’
forever lastin’, n*gga, we all in
i know these drugs f*ck with my mind
i still pop these percs, don’t give a f*ck ’bout it
come here, bae, let me feel your body
ooh, i miss your touch, i love it
n*gga play with this sh*t, get ugly
micro drac and i got one russian (blrrt)
ditchin’ that glock but the sh*t not rusty
good drank, n*gga, no robituss’
yellow xanax, school bus
n*gga, don’t pillow talk, what? (what? what?)
speak up, boy, get that sh*t off your chest (put it up)
f*ck n*gga cried when his brother had tripped (woah)
better be bool or your ass’ll be next (yeah)
bounce out that box, all that boy seen is red
that stick got a beam, i’ma aim at his dreads
and that glock got a box i’ma pop at his top
i got vibes and, n*gga, they use they head, woah, woah (yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
yeah, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
huh, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
huh, these n*ggas goofy as f*ck, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (what?)
yeah, i spend that bag, i’m like, “f*ck a receipt”
left wrist froze, my neck is on sea
they’re tellin’ me i’m a prodigy (yeah*yeah, yeah)
i ran it up, is you proud of me? (yeah*yeah, yeah)
i’m sorry, accept my apology (i’m sorry, i’m sorry)
i’m runnin’ it up, i’m out of reach
i’m off of these drugs, don’t bother me

[outro]
(what they talkin’—)
(wha*wha*what they talkin’ ’bout, traiqo?)

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