FM - Goofy Goober lyrics
[FM - Goofy Goober lyrics]
She want my nut wit cream on the
Side that bitch a goofy goober (what)
Tucan Sam I follow what I knows
I feel like a fruit looper (aye)
She wet and slimey like a turtle
So I’m lickin on her cooter (yuh yuh)
Put me in a catapult and you
Can call that a pooper scooperrrrrr (aye)
She spread her legs like a virus
Going up like the movie or maybe the climate
Wrecking ball strength on my weed Miley Cyrus
You might slip on my drip I’m too stylish
Turn a brick too a gold
Chain feel like I’m midus
Add me and a gun and your teeth gon minus
Like a phone screen at night
I shine the brightest
Sliver back bitch cause her
Grip be the tightest
Sippin on potion now I’m the flyest
Cocaine bitches I like the whitest
Run up on me I dare you to try it
Choppa eatin wining and dining
My rap A grade like an X ad-lib (aye)
Do a drive by in the patty wagon
I don’t like these niggas
They salty like pickles
I got the glizzy, no wiener schnitzel
Paint on her face like she at a carnival
Better yet bob ross better yet vango
I’m spittin heat, like jalapeño
Better yet fl studio logo
Front of the coin is what she giving me
Giving me head if you didn’t get it
Niggas really cryin over instagram mentions
Couldn’t be me, I never sweat it (yuh)
She want my nut wit cream on the
Side that bitch a goofy goober (what)
Tucan Sam I follow what I knows
I feel like a fruit looper (aye)
She wet and slimey like a turtle
So I’m lickin on her cooter (yuh yuh)
Put me in a catapult and you
Can call that a pooper scooper (aye)
Side that bitch a goofy goober (what)
Tucan Sam I follow what I knows
I feel like a fruit looper (aye)
She wet and slimey like a turtle
So I’m lickin on her cooter (yuh yuh)
Put me in a catapult and you
Can call that a pooper scooperrrrrr (aye)
She spread her legs like a virus
Going up like the movie or maybe the climate
Wrecking ball strength on my weed Miley Cyrus
You might slip on my drip I’m too stylish
Turn a brick too a gold
Chain feel like I’m midus
Add me and a gun and your teeth gon minus
Like a phone screen at night
I shine the brightest
Sliver back bitch cause her
Grip be the tightest
Sippin on potion now I’m the flyest
Cocaine bitches I like the whitest
Run up on me I dare you to try it
Choppa eatin wining and dining
My rap A grade like an X ad-lib (aye)
Do a drive by in the patty wagon
I don’t like these niggas
They salty like pickles
I got the glizzy, no wiener schnitzel
Paint on her face like she at a carnival
Better yet bob ross better yet vango
I’m spittin heat, like jalapeño
Better yet fl studio logo
Front of the coin is what she giving me
Giving me head if you didn’t get it
Niggas really cryin over instagram mentions
Couldn’t be me, I never sweat it (yuh)
She want my nut wit cream on the
Side that bitch a goofy goober (what)
Tucan Sam I follow what I knows
I feel like a fruit looper (aye)
She wet and slimey like a turtle
So I’m lickin on her cooter (yuh yuh)
Put me in a catapult and you
Can call that a pooper scooper (aye)