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letra de goofy - fly boy gang

[intro: fbg dutchie]
(rich laurel, this sh-t’s stupid) l’s
uh, fbg sh-t (gang)
fbg, b-tch (gang) (shout out the real)
shout out bt, shout out wooski
e block, l’s, l’s, l’s (gang)
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (nah)
where the f-ck you from? fam, you a goofy (flat)
nah, i don’t rock with goofies (f-ckin’ flat)
you ain’t with the sh-ts, you need to stop it, goofy (nah)
([?] crazy)
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (goofy)
where you from? fam, you a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah-bah, bah-bah)
and you a f-ckin’ flat, yeah, a f-ckin’ goofy (flat, goofy)
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (not no goofy)
where the f-ck you from? fam, you a goofy (you a goofy)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah, bah, bah, bah)
and i can’t rock with flats, not no f-ckin’ goofies (flats, at all)

[verse 1: fbg young & billionaire black]
i’m younggodumb, who the f-ck is you? (yo, godumb)
i’m coolin’ with some villains and they gon’ shoot (unh, uh-huh)
live from the ‘ville, reportin’ from the zoo (what? yeah, let’s get it)
you a f-ckin’ flat, i can’t rock with you (goofy, you f-ckin’ lame)
you said you from where? and you got that sack? (don’t know you)
you movin’ packs? and you countin’ racks? (yeah? i’ma need that, man)
boy, my hitters thirsty (they on you), so don’t get jacked (vic’)
and they in that cut (bah), so don’t get whacked (bah-bah, bah-bah; be on it)
ah, he thought you was his mans (goofy), he end your plans (dummy)
they cutthroat for that dough, it’s power of them bands (lemme get that)
your b-tch see i’m with the gang, now she wanna do me
he mad ’cause she choosin’ (number 4), he a f-ckin’ goofy

[verse 2: billionaire black]
who is this guy? he’s a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy)
i got thirty shots up in my f-ckin’ toolie (boom, boom, boom, boom)
do a hit, me and my lil’ broski wooski (that’s wooski)
all these extra clips (uh-huh), you would think we shootin’ a movie (bang-bang)
hardhead n-gga, ain’t sh-t you could tell me (at all)
you’ll be swimmin’ with the fishes, where the sh-lls be (boom, boom-boom)
33-shot jock, i call it larry (larry bird)
you n-ggas flatscreens (uh-huh), hd, lg (flat, flat, flat)
i can’t rock with you (at all), you’s a f-ckin’ lame
on my otg sh-t, b-tch, only the gang (otg sh-t)
b-tch, i’m high as h-ll (i’m high), i’m fly just like a plane (i’m fly)
they call me billion black (uh-huh), b-tch, you can get changed
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (goofy)
where you from? fam, you a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah-bah, bah-bah)
and you a f-ckin’ flat, yeah, a f-ckin’ goofy (flat, goofy)
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (not no goofy)
where the f-ck you from? fam, you a goofy (you a goofy)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah, bah, bah, bah)
and i can’t rock with flats, not no f-ckin’ goofies (flats, at all)

[verse 3: fbg duck]
the street sh-t, boy, you not about that (goofy)
you a f-ckin’ flat, boy, why you tryna flex? (goofy)
i don’t hang with 62-inch-ass n-ggas (flat)
i only hang with 063, them d-mn hitters (l’s)
i can’t f-ck with you ’cause you a f-ckin’ therm (therm)
i don’t think these hardhead n-ggas even learn (goofy)
fbg, b-tch, we on top, it’s our f-ckin’ turn (let’s get it)
this is not a movie, boy, don’t make the wrong turn (fah)
you can’t hang in our crowd ’cause you a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy)
you can’t hit my loud if you a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy, goofy, goofy)
you probably a cop, b-tch, you a f-ckin’ rat (you a f-ckin’ rat)
matter of fact, homie, you a motherf-ckin’ flat (flat, flat, flat)

[verse 4: fbg dutchie]
i can’t rock with flats (nah, nah), i can’t rock with goofies (you a goofy)
your b-tch on my d-ck, i think she gon’ do me (she do me)
home depot shawty, yeah, we keep them toolies (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i’m a f-ckin’ monster, you a f-ckin’ moolie (a flat)
toll up, that’s my bad (that’s my bad)
and i can’t rock with flatscreens nor ipads (nah, you a flat)
you a f-ckin’ lame, you a f-ckin’ flat (flat)
you a f-ckin’ snitch, he a f-ckin’ rat (a rat)
i can’t rock with therms and all these f-ckin’ goofies (goofies)
i be rockin’ truey, he be rockin’ coogi (be rockin’ coogi)
and i’m mob, b-tch, so shout out dooski (shout out dooski)
jiale, trell, b-tch, and wooski
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (goofy)
where you from? fam, you a f-ckin’ goofy (goofy)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah-bah, bah-bah)
and you a f-ckin’ flat, yeah, a f-ckin’ goofy (flat, goofy)
who the f-ck is you? i can’t rock with goofies (not no goofy) (at all)
where the f-ck you from? fam, you a goofy (you a goofy) (where you from?)
you know i stay strapped, b-tch, i keep that toolie (bah, bah, bah, bah)
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
and i can’t rock with flats, not no f-ckin’ goofies (flats, at all)

- fly boy gang

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