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Tune Baby - Goat (feat. YC Da Don) Lyrics



Tune Baby - Goat (feat. YC Da Don) Lyrics




Ha, tune baby
YC the Don
Man, we really bout to show y'all niggas some goat shit, man
GOAT, GOAT, GOAT

Bitch
I'm fly as propellers
Nah, f*ck that
I'm fly as Jamarious, I go acapella

I'm hot as a bitch, I still go in the sweater
I've been in the storm, I don't own a umbrella
I'm knowing you jealous, I'm the alpha of all my endeavors
Climbing the mountains and going to measures

You niggas should really be knowing me better
My flow is so motherf*cking potent that you should go roll it
And we can go smoke it together
The closest to being the goat and it comes from the focus

And I ain't even showing no effort
And I be blowing that pressure
You're mad cause your hoe being extra
Probably ain't talking about shit

I'ma get up and go for the exit
And I'm working on goals at the second
And my watch say no time for the lollygagin
And if I answer the phone, it's a business meeting

And I ain't clicking over, I'll call you after
Me and my brother just put it together
While all of you niggas was napping
I never sleep cause that shit for the week

Plus they told me to lead by example
All of this shit I've been dropping
You think it was time to go get me a pamper
F*ck it, I'm showing my ass, she showing it too

While she throwing it back
Hit up the pad, whip up a brick
You lucky that I ain't even throw in the tax
Nigga you mad?
F*ck your emotions, you know that I know I ain't going out sad
I got a whole lot of Nikes
But lace up the Pumas whenever I'm doing the dash
Put on my mask, go get a bag
If it ain't about cash then I'm putting it last

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah

Don't get me started, crashing the party
Woke up with three bitches having ménages
Just f*cked up the profit, my wallet was fat
Now I ain't even got it, I really should stop it

Drugs in my body, drunk in the lobby
Turned up on Goose and lil Tune, got Bacardi
I'm acting retarded, these hoes in my pocket
I should've been at home busting these jugs out

All of this trapping and serving
I'm hoping the police don't come raid the jug house
Quarantine got me so paranoid
Put the trap house in my granny name

Pouring up on some wok and a lemonade
I've been sober too long, now my life a daze
Told her don't sweat me, I don't want that pussy
I just want that Becky, she claiming she healthy

But she ate the penis, she came with a friend
Nothing came between us, she sang like Selena
We do macarena, call her mamacita
She calling me daddy, I slap on that fatty

We making it nasty, this sex need a Grammy
I'm all in a panties like Dr. Miami
I don't wanna talk if you ain't got insurance
She squirt when we f*ck cuz these VV's like urine

I smoke on the best, all my weed is the purest
I swipe that lil' check that you got on some jewelry
Beat your ass up if I ain't got the toolie
Lil' Stoney Montana passed me the doobie

Everything I smoke is medicated
Puple kush in my blunt got memissing Kobe
That's the reason I'm high
And I'm sedated while you claim you the homie
But you don't know me, nigga

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah

I ain't never been a pussy or a running man

All these niggas popping Xans while I'm popping bands
All these niggas hating on me now cause I'm the man
All I know is I'ma get it out the mud again
I gotta run it up again
I'm tryna get a hundred bands, always on go for the f*cking money man

Right now ten bands in a rubber band
I ain't never been a sucker or a lucky man
That's why I gotta keep a couple choppers with a hundred in them
Slip and slide in the VIP with my stunners with me

You know I'ma always keep a gunner with me
My G pulling up with the OG
Smoking on the good gas, straight up out the Dungaree
I thought I told you pussy niggas you can't f*ck with me

I'm rolling up with Ben Frank living luxury
You cross me once and you never get in touch with me
That's on the set, nigga
That's on the set, nigga

Yeah, that's on the set
I'm aint never been a pussy nigga, you can check, nigga
Yeah

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah
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Ha, tune baby
YC the Don
Man, we really bout to show y'all niggas some goat shit, man
GOAT, GOAT, GOAT

Bitch
I'm fly as propellers
Nah, f*ck that
I'm fly as Jamarious, I go acapella

I'm hot as a bitch, I still go in the sweater
I've been in the storm, I don't own a umbrella
I'm knowing you jealous, I'm the alpha of all my endeavors
Climbing the mountains and going to measures

You niggas should really be knowing me better
My flow is so motherf*cking potent that you should go roll it
And we can go smoke it together
The closest to being the goat and it comes from the focus

And I ain't even showing no effort
And I be blowing that pressure
You're mad cause your hoe being extra
Probably ain't talking about shit

I'ma get up and go for the exit
And I'm working on goals at the second
And my watch say no time for the lollygagin
And if I answer the phone, it's a business meeting

And I ain't clicking over, I'll call you after
Me and my brother just put it together
While all of you niggas was napping
I never sleep cause that shit for the week

Plus they told me to lead by example
All of this shit I've been dropping
You think it was time to go get me a pamper
F*ck it, I'm showing my ass, she showing it too

While she throwing it back
Hit up the pad, whip up a brick
You lucky that I ain't even throw in the tax
Nigga you mad?
F*ck your emotions, you know that I know I ain't going out sad
I got a whole lot of Nikes
But lace up the Pumas whenever I'm doing the dash
Put on my mask, go get a bag
If it ain't about cash then I'm putting it last

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah

Don't get me started, crashing the party
Woke up with three bitches having ménages
Just f*cked up the profit, my wallet was fat
Now I ain't even got it, I really should stop it

Drugs in my body, drunk in the lobby
Turned up on Goose and lil Tune, got Bacardi
I'm acting retarded, these hoes in my pocket
I should've been at home busting these jugs out

All of this trapping and serving
I'm hoping the police don't come raid the jug house
Quarantine got me so paranoid
Put the trap house in my granny name

Pouring up on some wok and a lemonade
I've been sober too long, now my life a daze
Told her don't sweat me, I don't want that pussy
I just want that Becky, she claiming she healthy

But she ate the penis, she came with a friend
Nothing came between us, she sang like Selena
We do macarena, call her mamacita
She calling me daddy, I slap on that fatty

We making it nasty, this sex need a Grammy
I'm all in a panties like Dr. Miami
I don't wanna talk if you ain't got insurance
She squirt when we f*ck cuz these VV's like urine

I smoke on the best, all my weed is the purest
I swipe that lil' check that you got on some jewelry
Beat your ass up if I ain't got the toolie
Lil' Stoney Montana passed me the doobie

Everything I smoke is medicated
Puple kush in my blunt got memissing Kobe
That's the reason I'm high
And I'm sedated while you claim you the homie
But you don't know me, nigga

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah

I ain't never been a pussy or a running man

All these niggas popping Xans while I'm popping bands
All these niggas hating on me now cause I'm the man
All I know is I'ma get it out the mud again
I gotta run it up again
I'm tryna get a hundred bands, always on go for the f*cking money man

Right now ten bands in a rubber band
I ain't never been a sucker or a lucky man
That's why I gotta keep a couple choppers with a hundred in them
Slip and slide in the VIP with my stunners with me

You know I'ma always keep a gunner with me
My G pulling up with the OG
Smoking on the good gas, straight up out the Dungaree
I thought I told you pussy niggas you can't f*ck with me

I'm rolling up with Ben Frank living luxury
You cross me once and you never get in touch with me
That's on the set, nigga
That's on the set, nigga

Yeah, that's on the set
I'm aint never been a pussy nigga, you can check, nigga
Yeah

Goat, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeee, goat, goat
Goat, goat, goat
Yeah
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Writer: Jamarious Johnson, Don Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Tune Baby
Language: English
Length: 4:33
Written by: Jamarious Johnson, Don Taylor
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