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goated - rocky badd lyrics

[intro]
b*tch, i’m the goat
b*tch, i’m the goat
lil’ b*tch, i’m the goat
stupid b*tch, i’m the goat

[pre*chorus]
if it’s money on my head, you better drop some
i put money on yo’ head, they gon’ pop some
ain’t no money over there, y’all better stop frontin’
we don’t know about who dead when them cops comin’
[verse 1]
they ain’t doin’ sh*t, but always swear the feds watchin’
had to tighten up my sh*t, now i got feds watchin’
all my old n*gga’s bitter, i got man problems
since these b*tches think they blood, shoot the red out ’em
can’t mistake me for no p*ssy, i don’t stay around ’em
n*gga’s barely know my name, but i get bread out ’em
couple n*gga’s even pay me just for head out ’em
then they think they ’bout to f*ck, that’s when i head out
then i ran out, i’m too bossy for a f*ck n*gga
yeah, and i’m realer to a real b*tch
learned my lesson not to ever try to trust n*gga’s
got a gun, but ain’t no shooter, he a real b*tch
probably will snitch * ain’t no probably, man that sh*t fo’ sho’
all my b*tches love rocky, i got different hoes
if i f*ck then it’s on lock i got some b*tches souls
think i’m g*y but sh*t, i’m not, i just got different roles

[refrain 1]
i done put some b*tches out when it was freezing cold
b*tches talkin’ like it’s smoke, already seen ’em fold
before i ever had a n*gga i been seen the road
let us pray for that chicken, get ’em pitarolled

[refrain 2]
see the hoe in these n*gga’s, i don’t need buffs
i get money on my own, i don’t need much
know i do these n*gga’s wrong when they don’t mean much
stood outside these b*tches homes and make ’em (?) touch
[verse 2]
i don’t bring much, just this nine and my hitter with me
you gon’ need more than your god with my n*gga’s with me
even with my lil’ sister, i’mma keep it with me
b*tches hate it when they n*gga got a picture with me
slap the makeup off a b*tch until it’s on my hands
they ain’t mines, then it’s “f*ck ’em”, they should understand
i feel crazy when i push this pistol in my pants
shout out to my man’s, don’t too many (?)

[chorus]
i been runnin’ bands up
i ain’t got sh*t for a dirty ass sl*t, what
i blow a rapper like a blunt, what
f*ck one on one’s, hoes jump, punks
b*tch probably break off a thumb, what
n*gga put his face in my b*tt
he say he a dog, so i treat him like a mutt, uh
i ride d*ck, y’all hump, slump
probably couldn’t make a n*gga cum, dumb
how you sellin’ p*ssy and a bum?
barely on sh*t but a phone and some (?)
uh, been told b*tches from the jump
not even for a second they could never be the one
i chase money i’mma get it ’til it’s none, uh
b*tch couldn’t even get a crumb, front
i like gettin’ head ’til i’m numb
that n*gga made me squirt, but i still ain’t even cum
[pre*chorus]
if it’s money on my head, you better drop some
i put money on yo’ head, they gon’ pop some
ain’t no money over there, y’all better stop frontin’
we don’t know about who dead when them cops comin’
if it’s money on my head, you better drop some
i put money on yo’ head, they gon’ pop some
ain’t no money over there, y’all better stop frontin’
we don’t know about who dead

[outro]
if it’s money on my head you better drop some
pop some, i put money on your head, they gon’ pop some
b*tch, i’mma pop some
if i put money on your head, they gon’ pop some

- rocky badd lyrics

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