CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GOOFY WHITE BOY
Yeah, aye
We came, f**k it
This a goofy white boy with the blonde hair
I done paid my dues, I won't lose, I belong here
Got a bad thing out in Montclair with long hair
Presence of a king, but, nah, there ain't LeBron here
Yeah
'Bout to take this b*t*h like it's Con Air
Never had sh*t, now it's lobster with the Sancerre, ooh
Why you runnin' lips like you on air?
Ooh, you just some software
Your girl say, I'm the hardware
Now I got the juice like Tropicana
I ain't ever gonna lose, f**k the propaganda
I been poppin' my sh*t, I ain't got no mannеrs
I been destined for the Bigs likе I played for Bama
It's a full circle moment like a panorama
Got the hand, I was dealt, now I'm D.J. Tanner
Ooh, she like it slow, like my d**k mixed with Fanta, aye
I just want the doe, y'all can have the glitz and glamour, aye
Graveyard Shift in Harlem, that was 10 to 8
With the 2 Bros. Pizzas sitting on my dinner plate (Aye)
Got it all poppin' just down the interstate, eh
Now we really locked in, and my girl a pin-up, aye (Aye)
Like, what up, though?
Y'all turned me cutthroat
I was a nice boy, now I say, f**k hoes
With the utmost, type of gusto
Smoking a Viceroy, p*ssy drunk on Ludlow
All I ever knew was just to hustle
Touchdown LAX, get that double-double
When the haters see me, yeah, they do the truffle shuffle
Imma star, motherf**ker, nah, you don't need the Hubble
Ooh
Spicy
This a goofy white boy with the blonde hair
I done paid my dues, I won't lose, I belong here
Got a bad thing out in Montclair with long hair
Presence of a king, but, nah, there ain't Lebron here
Yeah
'Bout to take this b*t*h like it's Con Air
Never had sh*t, now it's lobster with the Sancerre, ooh
Why you runnin' lips like you on air?
Ooh, you just some software
Your girl say, I'm the hardware
Bro, uh, I-I am, I'm from New York
You're from New York
Dude, a-actually, n***a, you're not from New York
We came, f**k it
This a goofy white boy with the blonde hair
I done paid my dues, I won't lose, I belong here
Got a bad thing out in Montclair with long hair
Presence of a king, but, nah, there ain't LeBron here
Yeah
'Bout to take this b*t*h like it's Con Air
Never had sh*t, now it's lobster with the Sancerre, ooh
Why you runnin' lips like you on air?
Ooh, you just some software
Your girl say, I'm the hardware
Now I got the juice like Tropicana
I ain't ever gonna lose, f**k the propaganda
I been poppin' my sh*t, I ain't got no mannеrs
I been destined for the Bigs likе I played for Bama
It's a full circle moment like a panorama
Got the hand, I was dealt, now I'm D.J. Tanner
Ooh, she like it slow, like my d**k mixed with Fanta, aye
I just want the doe, y'all can have the glitz and glamour, aye
Graveyard Shift in Harlem, that was 10 to 8
With the 2 Bros. Pizzas sitting on my dinner plate (Aye)
Got it all poppin' just down the interstate, eh
Now we really locked in, and my girl a pin-up, aye (Aye)
Like, what up, though?
Y'all turned me cutthroat
I was a nice boy, now I say, f**k hoes
With the utmost, type of gusto
Smoking a Viceroy, p*ssy drunk on Ludlow
All I ever knew was just to hustle
Touchdown LAX, get that double-double
When the haters see me, yeah, they do the truffle shuffle
Imma star, motherf**ker, nah, you don't need the Hubble
Ooh
Spicy
This a goofy white boy with the blonde hair
I done paid my dues, I won't lose, I belong here
Got a bad thing out in Montclair with long hair
Presence of a king, but, nah, there ain't Lebron here
Yeah
'Bout to take this b*t*h like it's Con Air
Never had sh*t, now it's lobster with the Sancerre, ooh
Why you runnin' lips like you on air?
Ooh, you just some software
Your girl say, I'm the hardware
Bro, uh, I-I am, I'm from New York
You're from New York
Dude, a-actually, n***a, you're not from New York
