Lakeyah – Female Goat Lyrics
Female Goat Lyrics By Lakeyah Ft. City Girl
Don’t-don’t give a f**k, I’m ’bout to jump back in my Goyard
That’s that b*tch that keep pullin’ out them foreign cars
Put it in reverse to give your broke a** that jump start
I hit my dance on these b*tches like I’m Skuba Sada
Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba divin’
I know they hate to see I’m really cold, I’m goin’ viral
Yeah, I been fly since fifteen without a co-pilot (B*tch)
I got these hoes real pressed and I ain’t doin’ sh*t
And ni**as lyin’ on they d*ck, they ain’t screwin’ sh*t
Who said who the biggеr G.O.A.T.? That’s some bullsh*t
Somebody put the hammеr to her head, br-bring that toolkit
I’ma-I’ma keep it real, ni**as ain’t got no chance
Bring that-bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands
I’m on they a$$ ’til it ain’t one, just all legs
My b*tch d*ck bigger than yours and it’s from Tool Shed
These ni**as cappin’ in they raps, they ain’t pop sh*t
He popped a Perc but that ni**a still go soft quick
And they ain’t never see me fight but I talk sh*t
Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (Ayy)
And plus my numbers goin’ up, she a fan now
And if it’s smoke then it’s up, you get fanned down
F**k it, no more pretty sh*t, I ain’t playin’ ’round
B*tch, I’m the G.O.A.T., I’m the dog, I’m the man now
I call these broke-a$$ ni**as unstable creatures
And if he eatin’ pu$$y, he an a$$ eater
My ni**as don’t give a f*ck who you with neither
Beat yo’ bit*h a$$ out the joggers and her wife beater
My niqqa sent me that beat so I had to do it
And-and I be sh!ttin’ on these hoes, I need more Louis
You bum broke-a$$ hoes still goin’ through it
I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stup!d, b!tch
[Verse 2: JT] You ain’t f**kin’ with my clique (At all)
All we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick (Yeah)
Any niqqa I f**k with, he know he gotta spend (Cash)
Any b!tch I hang ’round, you know that b!tch a ten (Bad)
Got him off a Perc (Yeah), took him out his shirt (Yeah)
Niqqas act like bit*hes so we put ’em all in a skirt (Hm)
Niqqa think he own that, he gon’ end up on the shirt (Bye)
Made him eat my pu$$y then I put it in a verse
Bit*hes mad ’cause I’m winnin’ (Ha)
If it’s new then I’m in it
Hoes stay in my business (Huh?)
I’m on demon time, got you bit*hes’ ni*gas sinnin’
Time to school these b(tches, where they hall pa$$? (Yeah)
I don’t want your ni**a, get your dawg back (Bye)
If he don’t get this pu$$y then that dawg mad (Ayy)
Bad b*tches only where my dawgs at (Woo)
[Verse 3: Yung Miami] If a niqqa double-take, then his money, I’ma take
Pu$$y tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake
B!tches hard on the ‘net but in person, they gon’ break
Baby Glock in my bag, but my niqqa brought the Drac’
I’ma work him for that bag
Got him braggin’ that I came when that sh!t was really fake
Sleep on that niqqa, eat his meat like a steak
Slide on that b!tch, beat his sister with a rake
Been won the race, tired of b!tches ’cause they fake
See my sons in the club, see my sons in my face
I don’t move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace
B!tch, it’s Miami, I’ma always make it shake (Ho)
Bit*hes think they slime then we both gon’ be snakes
I’ma f**k someone niqqa, someone heart that’s gon’ break
Back that sh!t up with my a$$ in his face (Back it up)
Stack that sh!t up, need some M’s for my safe (Period)