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goat talk - boosie badazz lyrics

[verse]
you could play you don’t know, but i’m the motherf*ckin’ truth
spittin’ real game and i’m clutchin’ in the booth
we was both on one, now we f*ckin’ in the booth
she looked me in my eye, she said, “n*gga, you the truth”
baton rouge, body*body, we don’t never call the truce
i’m out the app’, b*tches still got the juice
i put money in the hood, pittsburgh came through
lil’ n*gga turned dealer when the birds came through
i’m the one who motivated, n*ggas ain’t have sh*t
made a fat b*tch feel like a bad b*tch
sent real game for them n*ggas in the hood
n*gga catch a charge, take your motherf*ckin’ l!ck
every song that i’m on, it’s a hit, b*tch, i’m lit
hustler of the year, so i hustle with a stick
i got five different hustles and i’m workin’ on six
five b*tches in my bed and they all on me (disrespect)

swear to god, i done been on full flex
on death row, throwin’ fours in my wreck
money on my mind, smokin’ joes in the rec’
two whole generations that was raised by heck
i ain’t have a rich b*tch, this was made off scratch
kinfolks sellin’ dope in the living room
sh*t, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 magnum
you show your ass, he gon’ spit at you
[chorus]
and i’m a motherf*ckin’ goat, n*gga
how the f*ck you judge a goat, n*gga?
is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
all the people who he saved with no hope, n*gga?
put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
i’m from the land of the lost, n*gga
i’m the man, i’m the man in the dirty*dirty soft, n*gga
i shoot bars, watch your mouth, n*gga
and i’m a motherf*ckin’ goat

[verse]
with a brain like einstein
beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that’s my style
how could you ever not mention me in the top five?
i was the first lil’ n*gga around that showin’ big time

do your time, know that, yeah, i did mine
this murder by my b*tch’s side, i’ma keep it silent
i barely talk about the coke i done moved, n*gga
but i’m a goat sellin’ coke, this for my n*gga, i
locked up, when you see me, i ain’t never smile
drinkin’ boosie juice, n*gga got a n*gga wild
what happened to that last n*gga who got out his spot?
that n*gga got bust up and i ain’t apologize
i’m sleepin’ on the hill like a russian
my music is the realest sh*t ever
i could make a song ’bout a b*tch or a betrayin’ ass clique
or a n*gga gettin’ chased by the devil
[chorus]
and i’m a motherf*ckin’ goat, n*gga
how the f*ck you judge a goat, n*gga?
is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got?
all the people who he saved with no hope, n*gga?
put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost
i’m from the land of the lost, n*gga
i’m the man, i’m the man in the dirty*dirty soft, n*gga
i shoot bars, watch your mouth, n*gga
and i’m a motherf*ckin’ goat
(f*ck these n*ggas up)

[outro]
been a goat since a lil’ n*gga
when my dawg ain’t had a home and i gave him a couple hoes
when he ain’t have clothes, i gave him hilfiger
n*gga, i’m the goat
i ain’t sellin’ ten meals, but i’m getting ten million people hope
n*gga, i’m the goat
chain lies with this rap sh*t, n*gga, woo
(boosie*boosie you a goat)

- boosie badazz lyrics

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