wolfacejoeyy - Good Luck Charlie Freestyle! lyrics
Joseph Badejo
[wolfacejoeyy - Good Luck Charlie Freestyle! lyrics]
Ayy, Losaddos made this woah, woah, woah
Yea huh (Yea huh) uh, uh
Fuck your mic check, fuck your mic
Fuck your mic check, fuck your mic rt
Fuck you talking 'bout
Ayy, feel like Veno, need a mic check
My money too heavy
It gon' make a nigga sidestep
Prada, Balenciaga
I put that shit on my chest if he want beef
Tell that li'l boy to be my guest
Ayy, bitch I'm shooting for the stars
(For the stars)
Bad li'l bitch and I can see her from afar
(O oh) she keep playing wit' my scars
Tell that bitch au revoir (O oh)
Got this 24K gold on me
I feel like Bruno Mars, oh
Shorty sipping lime
Bitch all my garments is Number (N) ine
Feel like Tecca li'l baby, it's my time
I'm the main event baby, prime time (Uh)
Tell that bitch, bye b- bye (Byе b- bye)
Is he going out sad? (Ooh, oh)
Fuck is you talking 'bout baby? You
Know I'm getting to thе bag (Uh)
I can't be like your ex-nigga
That boy broke down bad (Boy broke down bad)
These niggas be asking, he like Joeyy
"How the fuck you do that?"
(How the fuck you do that?)
Yo' bitch gon have this on repeat (Uh)
Bad bitch tryna see me, oh
Why the fuck he tryna be me?
He a second choice like Luigi, oh
Water drip on me, it looks like it's Fiji
And my money long, like a Tiki
Bad li'l white bitch, her name Phoebe (Ayy)
Too many girls on me, they can't leave me
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I told her I love her, she didn't believe me
Turned to Cena, that bitch can not see me
Now she seeing Joeyy on her TV
Now she crying, she said that she need me
Ooh (Uh)
Like ooh, shorty what you tryna do? (O oh)
Please do not step wit' me
I got Balenciaga on the shoes (Oh my, ooh)
You can do what you want little baby
I swear to god I'm not amused
(I'm not amused) my new bitch, she too bad
And she flexing up on you (Sorry)
Could've gave her the world, but you
Wanna play with my heart
Like this shit Atari (Oh)
I do not need an apology
I don't need a mo'fucking sorry (O oh)
And you was my baby, put
Yo' ass on a pedestal, like you Barbie
(O oh) but baby I moved on, wish you
Good luck, like you Charlie, oh
Ayy, ayy woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ayy wish y-, uh, ayy
Wish you good luck, like you Charlie
Yea, yea huh uh
Yea huh (Yea huh) uh, uh
Fuck your mic check, fuck your mic
Fuck your mic check, fuck your mic rt
Fuck you talking 'bout
Ayy, feel like Veno, need a mic check
My money too heavy
It gon' make a nigga sidestep
Prada, Balenciaga
I put that shit on my chest if he want beef
Tell that li'l boy to be my guest
Ayy, bitch I'm shooting for the stars
(For the stars)
Bad li'l bitch and I can see her from afar
(O oh) she keep playing wit' my scars
Tell that bitch au revoir (O oh)
Got this 24K gold on me
I feel like Bruno Mars, oh
Shorty sipping lime
Bitch all my garments is Number (N) ine
Feel like Tecca li'l baby, it's my time
I'm the main event baby, prime time (Uh)
Tell that bitch, bye b- bye (Byе b- bye)
Is he going out sad? (Ooh, oh)
Fuck is you talking 'bout baby? You
Know I'm getting to thе bag (Uh)
I can't be like your ex-nigga
That boy broke down bad (Boy broke down bad)
These niggas be asking, he like Joeyy
"How the fuck you do that?"
(How the fuck you do that?)
Yo' bitch gon have this on repeat (Uh)
Bad bitch tryna see me, oh
Why the fuck he tryna be me?
He a second choice like Luigi, oh
Water drip on me, it looks like it's Fiji
And my money long, like a Tiki
Bad li'l white bitch, her name Phoebe (Ayy)
Too many girls on me, they can't leave me
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I told her I love her, she didn't believe me
Turned to Cena, that bitch can not see me
Now she seeing Joeyy on her TV
Now she crying, she said that she need me
Ooh (Uh)
Like ooh, shorty what you tryna do? (O oh)
Please do not step wit' me
I got Balenciaga on the shoes (Oh my, ooh)
You can do what you want little baby
I swear to god I'm not amused
(I'm not amused) my new bitch, she too bad
And she flexing up on you (Sorry)
Could've gave her the world, but you
Wanna play with my heart
Like this shit Atari (Oh)
I do not need an apology
I don't need a mo'fucking sorry (O oh)
And you was my baby, put
Yo' ass on a pedestal, like you Barbie
(O oh) but baby I moved on, wish you
Good luck, like you Charlie, oh
Ayy, ayy woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ayy wish y-, uh, ayy
Wish you good luck, like you Charlie
Yea, yea huh uh