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issa - goat lyrics

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[intro]
it’s ’bout time
get it, get it

[verse]
they got me goin’, they gotta tell me to stop (yeah)
whippin’ the foreign (skrrt), i got it straight from the lot (yeah)
flippin’ the coin, give me the ball, takin’ my shot
b+tches annoying, get out of my face, kick the spot
i need me a vivica fox, my diamons don’t ticoty+tock
down the door, i never did pick me a lock
clean out the block, give me the mop
beat up the beat, speakers will knock
all them young n+ggas, you wit’ em or not?
they don’t know nothin’ ’bout investing in stock
we was in school, they ain’t tеach us a lot
all on our own had to figure it out
stuck in the trap, we ain’t makin’ it out
thеse n+ggas trash and i’m takin’ it out
these n+ggas tellin’ like mickey & mouse
i left a hickey in the neck [?]
second to nothin’, the one it’s about
put down the gun, we can rumble it out

[hook]
tell ’em about me ’cause they don’t know
i call up the pilot, it’s time to go
don’t carry a wallet, the bankroll
them young n+ggas huggin’ the block and they right by the store
either you starving or ballin’ or hustlin’
they ain’t with the tuslin, put out a pole
i’m tryna tell all my n+ggas “no” but the reality that is a joke
they want some bread and they packin’ a toast
no tongue wrestlin’, they want the smoke
all they known whippin’ and sellin’ the dope
i’m tryna find a new way for my folks
[bridge]
just a few years ago we couldn’t vote
just a few years ago jumped off the boat
just a few years ago—, uh, uh
just a few years ago hang by the rope
fast forward, now my diamonds a choke
jump out the [?] and the money get low
greatest of all time, the g.o.a.t. (go)

[hook]
t+tell ’em about me ’cause they don’t know
i call up the pilot, it’s time to go
don’t carry a wallet, the bankroll
them young n+ggas huggin’ the block and they right by the store
either you starving or ballin’ or hustlin’
they ain’t with the tuslin, put out a pole
i’m tryna tell all my young n+ggas “no” but the reality that is a joke
they want some bread and they packin’ a toast
no tongue wrestlin’, they want the smoke
all they known whippin’ and sellin’ the dope
i’m tryna find a new way for my folks

[outro]
i’m tryna find a new way for my folks
i’m tryna find a new way for my folks



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