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david sokolow - goth girl lyrics

the matter of fact, gotta subtract, compact
gotta distract, hit it from the back, oh sh+t
sign a contract, i always attract, dumb b+tch
brain is intact, no time to relax
f+ck this sh+t im bouta relapse
she talking all this sh+t as a matter of fact
she gotta, what the f+ck?
i gotta goth b+tch with a big fat ass

and she bad, bad b+tch throw it back
bouta make a hit, goth b+tch on my lap
strapped, the f+ck i am cracked
going to a party, room be jam+packed
f+cking around now i gotta redact
the words i be saying they gotta impact
somebody’s soul, sold for the cheap
f+ckin with me ima put you to sleep
(i can’t stop, the loneliness)

i be getting the bag, you be getting a mop
you dressed like a hag, i be dressed like an opp
you talking to girls, i be giving her my c+ck
so what’s true about that, she never told me to stop
she gotta, real fatty not a skinny waist (aye)
she gotta, big booty and a little bit o’ cake (d+mn)
she gotta, nice set of thighs, never been fake
dragging tiny booty b+tches dead cross the f+ckin state (ohh)

i keep a .45 just for the ghosts, sh+t wait that’s me
yeah i’m doing the most
i got h+lla’ mad hoes, goin coast to coast
born on the east side, give a lethal dose
of my, inhibitions to surpass my limits
to survive in a stronger world like lice
never leave where i’m meant to stay
i be gambling the world like i’m playing with dice
(i can’t stop, the loneliness)

booty be voluptuous i like the way it sounds
back shots, i last one two, 2 rounds
hard to get a grip, thick thighs on d+ck
make yo girl cum with just fingertip
now she moaning, mach ten type sounds
she needed you once, now she needs me now
scoped out locations spotted all around
take her to a spot and go pound town
and she bad, bad b+tch throw it back
bouta make a hit, goth b+tch on my lap
strapped, the f+ck i am cracked
going to a party, room be jam+packed
f+cking around now i gotta redact
the words i be saying they gotta impact
somebody’s soul, sold for the cheap
f+ckin with me ima put you to sleep
i be getting the bag, you be getting a mop
you dressed like a hag, i be dressed like an opp
you be talking to girls, i be giving her my c+ck
so what’s true about that, she never told me to stop
she gotta, real fatty not a skinny waist
she gotta, big booty and a little bit o’ cake
she gotta, nice set of thighs, never been fake
dragging tiny booty b+tches dead cross the f+ckin state

- david sokolow lyrics

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