6obby – Goth Girl lyrics

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Aye, aye
Ya, aye
Haha
Aye

[Chorus: 6obby]
Rollin' dope, sipping lean
Gettin' guap, with my team
I be, stuntin'
And I'm, flexin'
With a, goth girl
Look like, TooPoor

Rollin' dope, sipping lean
Gettin' guap, with my team
I be, stuntin'
And I'm, flexin'
With a, goth girl
Look like, TooPoor

[Verse 1: 6obby]
I be gettin' guap, don't you hit my phone
All these people wanna talk, I wanna be alone
I be smokin' dope, no I never grip the chrome
Cruisin' in a Rover, with designer on my clothes
I've been flexin', yeah I'm flexin'
And you know I got the dough
Smoking all this ganja, and no I don't do blow
Lookin' at my diamonds and they cold like it was snow
And you know I'm [?] designer from the head to toe

Double g's all on my waist, Fendi eyes all on my shoes
I be dressed in ski masks, but our bills Blue's Clue's
Catch me cruisin' in a foreign and I'll never go back
Yeah, I get a check and spend it then I make it right back
Fuck a bitch, fuck a lame
I just wanna count this cake
And I'm cruising, smoking marijuana, do it every day
I be cruisin' and you know, that I'll never go back
Catch me cruisin' in a 'rari with the Gucci on my lap
Aye

[Chorus: 6obby]
Rollin' dope, sipping lean
Gettin' guap, with my team
I be, stuntin'
And I'm, flexin'
With a, goth girl
Look like, TooPoor

Rollin' dope, sipping lean
Gettin' guap, with my team
I be, stuntin'
And I'm, flexin'
With a, goth girl
Look like, TooPoor

[Verse 2: animepapi]
I'm a lost cause, always pause for applause
All you care about is bitches, take your ass to Land of Paws
I'm a lone wolf, don't mess with the claws
Put respect up on my presence like my name was Santa Claus
I got a goth girl, she the baddest of them all
She got expensive tastes, you'll never find her in a mall
Dressed up in Rick Owens, shawty drop it to the floor
Diamonds on her dancing, VVS is ain't no flaws

Shawty like to bite, letting me know who in charge
When we all alone, she love to have me in my drawers
She not from this planet, I think she must be from Mars
Ya, independent girl don't give a fuck about my wallet
Gettin' to point, always answer when she call
My lil baby love me 'cause she know I gotta ball
Stacking racks up high, you know my money getting tall
No more starving, artist my girl stayed down through it all
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