lirik lagu lakeyah – female goat
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
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