Oncue - GOOFY WHITE BOY lyrics
[Oncue - GOOFY WHITE BOY lyrics]
Yeah, aye we came, fuck 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 bitch like it's Con Air
Never had shit, 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, fuck the propaganda
I been poppin' my shit
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 DJ tanner
Ooh, she like it slow, like
My dick 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, fuck hoes
With the utmost, type of gusto
Smoking a Viceroy, pissy 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, motherfucker, 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 bitch like it's Con Air
Never had shit, 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, II am, I'm from New York
You're from New York
Dude, a-actually, nigga
You're not from New York
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 bitch like it's Con Air
Never had shit, 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, fuck the propaganda
I been poppin' my shit
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 DJ tanner
Ooh, she like it slow, like
My dick 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, fuck hoes
With the utmost, type of gusto
Smoking a Viceroy, pissy 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, motherfucker, 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 bitch like it's Con Air
Never had shit, 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, II am, I'm from New York
You're from New York
Dude, a-actually, nigga
You're not from New York