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kay p - goofies lyrics

[hook]
don’t f-ck with them, them n-ggas goofies
i might just hit with the uzi
i’m going hard with the tooly
i f-ck her raw just like sushi
money long, lil uzi
money long, lil uzi
don’t f-ck with them, them n-ggas goofies
i might just hit with the uzi
i’m going hard with the tooly
i f-ck her raw just like sushi
money long, lil uzi
money long, lil uzi

[verse 1]
don’t f-ck with them, them n-ggas lames
want the money, not the fame
don’t throw no dirt on my name
all of my n-ggas insane
bcbc what i claim
i f-cked your b-tch, who’s to blame
i run this sh-t like usain
she get too hype off the caine
gold rings on me like i’m sonic
p-ssy got me hooked on phonics
and i’m smoking h-lla chronic
throwing 100’s up in follies
young n-gga throw a couple racks
[?] going double back to my little homie make double that
i just told his -ss have fun with that
might f-ck your b-tch, but that’s normal
p-ssy wet, you gotta snorkel
oh my god, i’m immortal
i see the future, that’s oracle
hold up man, these n-ggas funny
why they ain’t getting no money?
[?] on my bape jacket, all my n-ggas go harambe
i’m royalty, call me your majesty
i k!ll the game, that’s a casualty
tell me why these f-ck n-ggas mad at me
tell me why the f-ck yo b-tch nagging me
every time my phone ring, that’s money calling, tell them n-ggas run it up
broke boy, you a joke, we laugh at all you goofy n-ggas, you mad as f-ck

[verse 2]
i’ma just keep it a buck with you
you a stain, n0body f-ck with you
i keep a yellow bone, marge simpson
and my chain looks like when stars glisten
i got the sauce, it ain’t buffalo
i might go f-ck me another ho
i think i need me a hundred mo’
we going hard for the summer though
make a hater suicidal
i am not a f-cking idol
margiela step on marble tiles
i got bars just like it’s files
i told mama that i’m next up
i told all my n-ggas bless up
you a fake, you need to fess up
sipping muddy, got me messed up
i got the white like i’m daniel
she want the pipe, she can’t handle
my b-tch, she bad like a vandal
i tell her pose for the camera
-ss fat, she gon’ throw it back
yeah she call me daddy, sit up in my lap
give me brain like it’s fitted caps
kick her out and that’s the end of that
ice on me just like antarctica
you going hard, it ain’t hard enough
i just pulled up in a foreign whip
you still riding on the martyr bus
every time i come around these n-ggas look at me like i can do something for ’em
i don’t even come around that much, man i’m on the bus [?] stuck on tour

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