Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Baby Smoove

Goyard

 

Goyard

(album: I'm Still Serious - 2018)


On the phone with Bamma they us go hard
My baby fresh out the O
He said they fear him on the yard
I ain't just in my bag, boy, I'm in my goyard
Free Mason just FaceTime me, ay off your cards?

God gave me a gift I promise Him I'ma use it
Fuck my stomach lining up
From the lane because I abused it
You useless, sitting on your ass like you stupid
I can only load a jug, like I'm watching out for cupid

Percocet, V cut, got a nigga on the moon
I blink about my life on a mansion before June
Nigga's fool, satisfied with getting high on some fool
Spend that shit and get it right back, yeah, I'm in a groove

But you screwed tryna go against me
But you loose, my dawg, in the office whipping up the ones and twos
I'm cool but when I sip the red it make me boo
My friends dead, off the drank I feel like Lil Uzi

You slim, bitch, but if you ask me she got a little booty
If I tapped in, when I'm dead bring you straight to me
Niggas flashin petty
Money, man I spent that on some hoodies
I swear I ain't starting nothing I just hang around some bullies

I need cookie once I find this wood up don't talk to me
I done been heart broke but being broke the worst feeling
I made millions, yes I get it, no more jug in the dealer
I know I'm the way out for me, my niggas and our children

On the phone with Bamma they us go hard
My baby fresh out the O
And they fear him on the yard
I ain't just in my bag boy, I'm in my goyard
Free Mason just FaceTime me, ay off your cards?

God gave me a gift I promise Him I'ma use it
Fuck my stomach lining up
From the lane because I abused it
You useless, sitting on your ass like you stupid
I can only load a jug, like I'm watching out for cupid

Why her I had to take, I don't know which one better
The way you handle that lil' bitch, you may as well have the tether
Do better, it's you and me, I get her wetter
I ain't gotta be the G.O.A.T but if I'm not than who better?

In the mall at extra hours, taking pictures with my sitta
Hey let her, a nigga get beside himself if he with her
He broke his head with a gun waiting for a sitta
Number one rule in that storm, nigga, keep your head up

Feeling myself and now like it, I'm a hype beast
Baby smooth, check me out, shit I don't wear the ivy
Do I got my drug? Hell yeah, you fucking right, B
Feel like yesterday I'm at them stores with my ID

If I get sick just put some drank in my IV
I'm gonna sneak the glock in 'cause they don't really search me
I'm only asking for the money people call and hurt me
I wish I would claim a ho, none of you bitches worthy

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?