Goat Horns
M.D.B
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The goal, if you want to use this terminology like that The goal is a… Is missed The goal is yourself Without a goal They tell me that my bitch ain't fucking with me I had to tell 'em, no one fucking with me Harley on my side, Harley keep me comfy, cozy Only Harley really fucking with me Nuke on my side, blow a nigga lights out It look like Harley knocked a man down Nuke on my side, blow a nigga house down Turn a nigga shit to Nuke Town Yeah, I've been busy phone ringing, money calling lately If I don't answer, then the money voicemail me later I pick it up and tell the money, how you coming to me? My money horny, have my dollars cummin' quarters for me I f*ck the bitch and tell the bitch to stop looking at me And if you looking, then you better get my good side My old bitch saying, "We" that bitch be talking funny The only "We" she'll see is French and these ain't French fries I told the bitch to get up out her feelings Cause I don't give a f*ck what she feeling I f*ck her good, that the dick be fucking up her kidneys And the dick be fucking up her liver I beat it up, she eat it up, I kind of think she miss me But I f*ck her up just like I miss her I beat it up, she eat it up, she call me daddy nigga But she know I'm not a father figure They know I know I'm a goat with a goat tatted on me Harley ain't for show Harley might just show her ass when she lonely They don't think I know I know enough just so I can see it otherwise Trained to go I smack her ass like her ass had a drum inside This ain't really what they wanted from me And the bitches keep on running from it She told a nigga that she love me 'fore we got to fucking I ain't even put my thumb up on it I treat her ass like a muffin when I get to fucking I ain't leaving no more crumbs up on it I told her ass that it is what it is, honey It just been the way the cookie crumbles Yeah, I been busy phone ringing, money calling lately If I don't answer, then the money voicemail me later I pick it up and tell the money, how you coming to me? My money horny and my dollars cummin' quarters for me I f*ck the bitch and tell the bitch to stop looking at me And if you looking, then you better get my good side My old bitch saying "We" that bitch be talking funny The only "We" she'll see is French and these ain't French fries I told the bitch to get up out her feelings Cause I don't give a f*ck what she feeling I f*ck her good, then the dick be fucking up her kidneys And the dick be fucking up her liver I beat it up, she eat it up, I kind of think she miss me But I f*ck her up just like I miss her I beat it up, she eat it up, she call me daddy nigga But she know I'm not her daddy nigga They know I know I'm a goat with a goat tatted on me Harley ain't for show Harley might just show her ass when she lonely They don't think I know I know enough just so I can see it otherwise Trained to go I smack her ass like her ass had a drum inside
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