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Aye bruh
I'm a mother f*ckin' goon
So whatever chick I f*ck with
She got to be a goonette

[Chorus:]
I'm her goon (yeaaa)
And shes my goonette
I'm her goon (yeaaa)
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 1:]
For her birthday I bought her a pink ski mask
When I piss her off she don't let me eat the pussy when she get mad
Forreal nigga I ain't gon lie I done f*cked her on the rag
It was like she was spottin', she ain't bleed that bad
She don't like to drive the chevy, drank too much gas
Gave her sixty and told her f*ck it go buy the jag
She say she know when I'm lyin' to her cause I talk fast
Cut her friends and them loose, she said them hoes crowd
She like me
She don't f*ck with rappers, they lie too bad
Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad
She ain't a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half
A goonette is the baddest bitch you can ever have

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 2:]
She play tough and she act hard, but she cry easy
Say if she catch me with another bitch, she gone leave me
You f*ck em' good and you take care of em'
They don't want you cheatin'
When I first met her she was green dawg, but now she seasoned
She like to drank what I drank, she don't like to drank (I dnt know this word)
She don't trust no bitches, she feel like they schemin'
She hood as ever, she can talk just like them white folks
I don't know if she can fight forreal, but she talk shit though
And everytime she get drunk she like to straighten her own
First time I f*cked her, I acted like the rubber broke
She act like she could'nt take it, she make me f*ck her slow
But now she grab my ass, and make me f*ck her mo'

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 3:]
I don't want no dingy bitch, give me a goonette
Can put her hair up in a pony tail and still be that
Can be the just woke up, and pussy's still wet
And she can be dead ass broke, but she can still dress
And everybody can piss her off, but she won't stress
And just to make sure I'm good nigga she gone check
And every two or three months nigga she get in check
Her biggest fear when it come to me is another bitch
She had her choice, to be gettin' f*cked and not neck [?]
If I had my choice, we'd be gettin' f*cked and then neck [?]
And now she listen and observe so she talk less
The next bitch to be my lady is a goonette

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon
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Aye bruh
I'm a mother f*ckin' goon
So whatever chick I f*ck with
She got to be a goonette

[Chorus:]
I'm her goon (yeaaa)
And shes my goonette
I'm her goon (yeaaa)
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 1:]
For her birthday I bought her a pink ski mask
When I piss her off she don't let me eat the pussy when she get mad
Forreal nigga I ain't gon lie I done f*cked her on the rag
It was like she was spottin', she ain't bleed that bad
She don't like to drive the chevy, drank too much gas
Gave her sixty and told her f*ck it go buy the jag
She say she know when I'm lyin' to her cause I talk fast
Cut her friends and them loose, she said them hoes crowd
She like me
She don't f*ck with rappers, they lie too bad
Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad
She ain't a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half
A goonette is the baddest bitch you can ever have

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 2:]
She play tough and she act hard, but she cry easy
Say if she catch me with another bitch, she gone leave me
You f*ck em' good and you take care of em'
They don't want you cheatin'
When I first met her she was green dawg, but now she seasoned
She like to drank what I drank, she don't like to drank (I dnt know this word)
She don't trust no bitches, she feel like they schemin'
She hood as ever, she can talk just like them white folks
I don't know if she can fight forreal, but she talk shit though
And everytime she get drunk she like to straighten her own
First time I f*cked her, I acted like the rubber broke
She act like she could'nt take it, she make me f*ck her slow
But now she grab my ass, and make me f*ck her mo'

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

[Verse 3:]
I don't want no dingy bitch, give me a goonette
Can put her hair up in a pony tail and still be that
Can be the just woke up, and pussy's still wet
And she can be dead ass broke, but she can still dress
And everybody can piss her off, but she won't stress
And just to make sure I'm good nigga she gone check
And every two or three months nigga she get in check
Her biggest fear when it come to me is another bitch
She had her choice, to be gettin' f*cked and not neck [?]
If I had my choice, we'd be gettin' f*cked and then neck [?]
And now she listen and observe so she talk less
The next bitch to be my lady is a goonette

[Chorus:]
Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
I'm her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon
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Writer: ALGERNOD WASHINGTON, BRANDON CREAR, RONELL LEVATTE
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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