Got that hot bitch
Death grip
Riding in a pink whip
If this rap shit don't work out
I can always sell my feet pics
Yeah feet pics
Weak mix
Gallant out here hitting licks
Getting licked
Ain't my shit
F*ckboy can't find the clitoris
Still gripping it
Talk that shit
Then bust too quick
Too much for him
Should've known this grippy would be too much for him
Its a shame
Could've been out here screaming his name
Screaming his name
Telling me every man ain't the same
Got no game
Dude is lame
All lose no gain
Don't mansplain
Rather put a bullet in my f*cking brain
Numb the pain
Paint the ceiling
Michelangelo
Gallant knows
He a hoe
Nothing to show
Only took 2 seconds for you to blow
Yeah blow
Blows my mind
Why am I out here wasting my f*cking time
Cinder block to the leg and I'm gonna f*cking drown
Bury me down
Deep in the ground
No body found
Got the ops looking for me all round town
No face no case
Let them eat cake
Tatted on my ass like I give it away
Got that lean Call it dawn
Cuz one drop and I'm f*cking gone
Yeah gone
For too long
Now I'm back snorting shit through a straw
Pussy addictive
Call that vice grip
666 slice in my wrist
Still that bitch
Can't give a shit
Mans talk too much now his homie tryna hit
Homie wanna hit
He ain't shit
Got a lil dick
Said he gon ride but he always tryna dip
No excuse
All he do is lose
Can't stand it man I gotta short fuse
Gotta short fuse
Blow up on you
Minor inconvenience and I'm hanging in a noose
Mental cracked
Drug relapse
You know what would slap
Tuck me in six feet under for a lil dirt nap
I'm so high
Think I might
Send you a kite
Start a new fight
Pull up on a bitch in the middle of the night
Middle of the night
Pull up red light
1 shot in the darkness then I roll up outta sight
Outta sight
Outta mind
I'm the hottest bitch that you will find
Got a mystery box
Keep it locked
Said I have no drip but we f*cking in the
Crocs
Give him throat
Gallant the goat
Pussy so fine hide it in a castle with a moat
Most won't go
Leave me alone
Man that I want is always on the go
Never moving slow
Lead in the head and you'd never even know
Numbers
Letters
Bitch do better
If a bitch worried about her time then let her
Money on my mind
I'm a go getter
Not a go get him
I don't chase men
Can't make me
I ain't playing pretend
Lactose intolerant
But bitch I'm still cheesing
Nonchalant on my neck
One more line then I'm leaving
Gallant Assassin - Silly Goofy Mood (Explicit) Lyrics
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English
Got that hot bitch
Death grip
Riding in a pink whip
If this rap shit don't work out
I can always sell my feet pics
Yeah feet pics
Weak mix
Gallant out here hitting licks
Getting licked
Ain't my shit
F*ckboy can't find the clitoris
Still gripping it
Talk that shit
Then bust too quick
Too much for him
Should've known this grippy would be too much for him
Its a shame
Could've been out here screaming his name
Screaming his name
Telling me every man ain't the same
Got no game
Dude is lame
All lose no gain
Don't mansplain
Rather put a bullet in my f*cking brain
Numb the pain
Paint the ceiling
Michelangelo
Gallant knows
He a hoe
Nothing to show
Only took 2 seconds for you to blow
Yeah blow
Blows my mind
Why am I out here wasting my f*cking time
Cinder block to the leg and I'm gonna f*cking drown
Bury me down
Deep in the ground
No body found
Got the ops looking for me all round town
No face no case
Let them eat cake
Tatted on my ass like I give it away
Got that lean Call it dawn
Cuz one drop and I'm f*cking gone
Yeah gone
For too long
Now I'm back snorting shit through a straw
Pussy addictive
Call that vice grip
666 slice in my wrist
Still that bitch
Can't give a shit
Mans talk too much now his homie tryna hit
Homie wanna hit
He ain't shit
Got a lil dick
Said he gon ride but he always tryna dip
No excuse
All he do is lose
Can't stand it man I gotta short fuse
Gotta short fuse
Blow up on you
Minor inconvenience and I'm hanging in a noose
Mental cracked
Drug relapse
You know what would slap
Tuck me in six feet under for a lil dirt nap
I'm so high
Think I might
Send you a kite
Start a new fight
Pull up on a bitch in the middle of the night
Middle of the night
Pull up red light
1 shot in the darkness then I roll up outta sight
Outta sight
Outta mind
I'm the hottest bitch that you will find
Got a mystery box
Keep it locked
Said I have no drip but we f*cking in the
Crocs
Give him throat
Gallant the goat
Pussy so fine hide it in a castle with a moat
Most won't go
Leave me alone
Man that I want is always on the go
Never moving slow
Lead in the head and you'd never even know
Numbers
Letters
Bitch do better
If a bitch worried about her time then let her
Money on my mind
I'm a go getter
Not a go get him
I don't chase men
Can't make me
I ain't playing pretend
Lactose intolerant
But bitch I'm still cheesing
Nonchalant on my neck
One more line then I'm leaving
Death grip
Riding in a pink whip
If this rap shit don't work out
I can always sell my feet pics
Yeah feet pics
Weak mix
Gallant out here hitting licks
Getting licked
Ain't my shit
F*ckboy can't find the clitoris
Still gripping it
Talk that shit
Then bust too quick
Too much for him
Should've known this grippy would be too much for him
Its a shame
Could've been out here screaming his name
Screaming his name
Telling me every man ain't the same
Got no game
Dude is lame
All lose no gain
Don't mansplain
Rather put a bullet in my f*cking brain
Numb the pain
Paint the ceiling
Michelangelo
Gallant knows
He a hoe
Nothing to show
Only took 2 seconds for you to blow
Yeah blow
Blows my mind
Why am I out here wasting my f*cking time
Cinder block to the leg and I'm gonna f*cking drown
Bury me down
Deep in the ground
No body found
Got the ops looking for me all round town
No face no case
Let them eat cake
Tatted on my ass like I give it away
Got that lean Call it dawn
Cuz one drop and I'm f*cking gone
Yeah gone
For too long
Now I'm back snorting shit through a straw
Pussy addictive
Call that vice grip
666 slice in my wrist
Still that bitch
Can't give a shit
Mans talk too much now his homie tryna hit
Homie wanna hit
He ain't shit
Got a lil dick
Said he gon ride but he always tryna dip
No excuse
All he do is lose
Can't stand it man I gotta short fuse
Gotta short fuse
Blow up on you
Minor inconvenience and I'm hanging in a noose
Mental cracked
Drug relapse
You know what would slap
Tuck me in six feet under for a lil dirt nap
I'm so high
Think I might
Send you a kite
Start a new fight
Pull up on a bitch in the middle of the night
Middle of the night
Pull up red light
1 shot in the darkness then I roll up outta sight
Outta sight
Outta mind
I'm the hottest bitch that you will find
Got a mystery box
Keep it locked
Said I have no drip but we f*cking in the
Crocs
Give him throat
Gallant the goat
Pussy so fine hide it in a castle with a moat
Most won't go
Leave me alone
Man that I want is always on the go
Never moving slow
Lead in the head and you'd never even know
Numbers
Letters
Bitch do better
If a bitch worried about her time then let her
Money on my mind
I'm a go getter
Not a go get him
I don't chase men
Can't make me
I ain't playing pretend
Lactose intolerant
But bitch I'm still cheesing
Nonchalant on my neck
One more line then I'm leaving
Writer: Lydia Deelstra
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid