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Goat Farm Lyrics - Artist : Burna Bandz
[Cyndi Lauper (WhyG):]
I come home in the morning light
My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?" (Ay)
Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones ([?])
And girls, they wanna have fun (Just wanna have fun, ay)
Oh

[WhyG:]
Girls just wanna have fun (Freaks)
[?] for your money, lil' boy you ain't gonna last long (Dummy)
Every time I flipped something, I had a mask on (Facts)
Gang shit, all my niggas on it like Decepticons (No cap)
But I got a big gun, like it's from Megatron (Lah, lah)
And the opps on the floor, how they get stepped on (Stepped on)
And my shooter giving deals, I got a coupon (Coupon)
Piguet got a blue face with a octagon (AP)
Don't shine a light on my chain, it look like crayons (Dancing)
I said the gang more icier than Yukon (Icy)
We putting cheese on the beef just like parmesan (Lah)
I got Muslims still sliding on Ramadan (Demons)
I ain't gon' buy no bitch a bag, probably hair salon (No)
Army green M16, call it leprachaun (Grrrt)
[?] said "Cuban on my left, Bundog's a [?] " (Bussdown)
Northside of Jane look like a goat farm (Goat Farm)
He got smoked, choppers ringing like a fire alarm
Headshot, point blank, range, we can't shoot from far (Nah)
Put him in the stars (Stars), deadmihana, put him in a jar (Jar)
Freaky bitch fuck me like pornstars (Pornstar)
I'm in her mouth just like caviar (Caviar)
I put my babies in her mouth, she like a kidnapper (Wassa)
And he saying that he slimey, that's a good effort
Can't send him to no doctor, send him to the pastor (Lah)

[Burna Bandz:]
Knock him out his shoes, we gon' put him on a tee
Drill him on a camera, now we got it on reel (Yeah)
All this water on me, got me looking like Fiji (Fiji)
I got killers in the [?] (Gang)
[?] I ain't see shit like Stevie (Nah)
.30 on me, so I ain't never wiped (Yeah)
Blue face, back out, I'm was off three percs (Yeah)
I ain't falling in love, bitch I'm just tryna have fun (Have fun)
Dirty the stick, then went and bought a new gun
Free [?], they got cronem on the run
Told my young nigga don't come back to this gun (Nah)
Lil' nigga he from a block I ain't heard of (I ain't heard of him)
He just a guy, then pull up and serve him (Serve him)
[?] Jay Jay and OK was sherbert (Dead opps)
Walk on your block and creep like a pervert
Bro bitch ain't on shit, yeah I had to curve her
See that Lando got no further
He in the traphouse, bro he just a worker
All we know is trap and murder (Trap and murder)
Flippin' these bricks then we go buy some burners
I got load on me, he know I'm a earner
Say it with your chest, don't murmur (Yeah)
He feeling [?] like [?]
He know we kill shit like Herbert (Like Herbert)

[Cyndi Lauper:]
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun

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