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lirik lagu female goat – lakeyah

reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas

ayy, they’re like: lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?
don’t give a f*ck, i’m ’bout to give these n*ggas real bars
that’s that b*tch that keep pullin’ out them foreign cars
put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start

i hit my dance on these b*tches like i’m skuba sada
drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba divin’
i know they hate to see i’m really cold, i’m goin’ viral
yeah, i been fly since 15 without a co*pilot (b*tch)

i got these hoes real pressed and i ain’t doin’ sh*t
and n*ggas lyin’ on they d*ck, they ain’t screwin’ sh*t
who said who the bigger goat? that’s some bullsh*t
somebody put the hammer to her head, bring that toolkit

i’ma keep it real, n*ggas ain’t got no chance
bring that cheese, for a feature, i need four bands
i’m on they ass ’til it ain’t one, just all legs
my b*tch d*ck bigger than yours and it’s from tool shed

these n*ggas cappin’ in they raps, they ain’t pop sh*t
he popped a perc but that n*gga still go soft quick
and they ain’t never seen me fight but i talk sh*t
put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya’ top ripped (ayy)

and plus my numbers goin’ up, she a fan now
and if it’s smoke then it’s up, you get fanned down
f*ck it, no more pretty sh*t, i ain’t playin’ ’round
b*tch, i’m the goat, i’m the dog, i’m the man now

i call these broke*ass n*ggas unstable creatures
and if he eatin’ p*ssy, he an ass eater
my n*ggas don’t give a f*ck who you with neither
beat yo’ b*tch ass out the joggers and her wife beater

my n*gga sent me that beat so i had to do it
and i be sh*ttin’ on these hoes, i need more louis
you bum broke*ass hoes still goin’ through it
i should give these hoes a one*on*one, i go too stupid, b*tch

you ain’t f*ckin’ with my clique
all we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick
any n*gga i f*ck with, he know he gotta spend
any b*tch i hang ’round, you know that b*tch a ten
got him off a perc, took him out his shirt
n*ggas act like b*tches so we put ’em all in a skirt
n*gga think he on that, he gon’ end up on a shirt
made him eat my p*ssy then i put it in a verse
b*tches mad ’cause i’m winnin’
if it’s new then i’m in it
hoes stay in my business
i’m on demon time, got you b*tches’ n*ggas sinnin’
time to school these b*tches, where they hall pass?
i don’t want your n*gga, get your dawg back
if he don’t get this p*ssy then that dawg mad
bad b*tches only where my dawgs at

if a n*gga double*take, then his money, i’ma take
p*ssy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake
b*tches hard on the ‘net but in person, they gon’ break
baby glock in my bag, but my n*gga brought the drac’
i’ma work him for that bag
got him braggin’ that i came when that sh*t was really fake
t*bone that n*gga, eat his meat like a steak
slide on that b*tch, beat his sister with a rake
been won the race, tired of b*tches ’cause they fake
sing my songs in the club, sing my songs in my face
i don’t move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace
b*tch, it’s miami, i’ma always make it shake
b*tches think they slime then we both gon’ be snakes
i’ma f*ck someone n*gga, someone heart that’s gon’ break
back that sh*t up with my ass in his face
stack that sh*t up, need some m’s for my safe

- lakeyah

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