Goofy
Mistook me for some goofy
Nigga so you tried to do me wrong
But you can't see thru me
I don't know who she
Thought she was fucking with cuz
I'll remain gucci
Your ass just a coochie
Roll up no sushi
Chilling in a jaccuzi
You a sad hoochie
Don't just give up the oochie
Know when you was young
You ain't have love but
That don't mean to fuck all of these
Niggas in your honda
Should've seen this coming
When you said don't use a condom
Said your mama crazy
You act just like your mama
I can't keep on living
With your hoe ass don't want to
Use your mental illness
As an excuse for drama
Got no honor
And you sitting talking
About commas
But you can't even get yo own
Usually booty don't make me
Do myself wrong
And my niggas like nigga
Your dumb ass just should have known
Ducking you however I can
Got a gram joint in my hand
Trying to relax fuck all my plans
You the type to hit up my mans
Make him take a pic for ya gram
Niggas ain't shit
But bitches is shams
I ain't tripping I'm in demand
Funny nigga good job love my family
And god and I'm real
Speaking on whatever I feel
And owning that
Not rolling with trash
Ima put yo ass in the past
Mistook me for some dumb nigga
I ain't gone run with you
But imma have fun with you
Fuck with a bad bitch
You'll get used for wings
Shoes and jeans
Copping her Jewels and bling
She ain't cheap
But anyways I know you at
Some nigga house
For a little attention
And not to mention
Multi-nigga extensions
Low down mistress
Everyone give it up for the hoe down
Nigga so you tried to do me wrong
But you can't see thru me
I don't know who she
Thought she was fucking with cuz
I'll remain gucci
Your ass just a coochie
Roll up no sushi
Chilling in a jaccuzi
You a sad hoochie
Don't just give up the oochie
Know when you was young
You ain't have love but
That don't mean to fuck all of these
Niggas in your honda
Should've seen this coming
When you said don't use a condom
Said your mama crazy
You act just like your mama
I can't keep on living
With your hoe ass don't want to
Use your mental illness
As an excuse for drama
Got no honor
And you sitting talking
About commas
But you can't even get yo own
Usually booty don't make me
Do myself wrong
And my niggas like nigga
Your dumb ass just should have known
Ducking you however I can
Got a gram joint in my hand
Trying to relax fuck all my plans
You the type to hit up my mans
Make him take a pic for ya gram
Niggas ain't shit
But bitches is shams
I ain't tripping I'm in demand
Funny nigga good job love my family
And god and I'm real
Speaking on whatever I feel
And owning that
Not rolling with trash
Ima put yo ass in the past
Mistook me for some dumb nigga
I ain't gone run with you
But imma have fun with you
Fuck with a bad bitch
You'll get used for wings
Shoes and jeans
Copping her Jewels and bling
She ain't cheap
But anyways I know you at
Some nigga house
For a little attention
And not to mention
Multi-nigga extensions
Low down mistress
Everyone give it up for the hoe down
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Writer(s): Justice Cummings
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