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letra de 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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