6ix9ine – Gooba Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Gooba – 6ix9ine

I tell a n**ga don’t d**k ride, don’t blick ride
Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters
Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up
She get down and gobble, gobble up ’cause my money up

Slide, slide in the Bentley trucker, the Wraith trucker
Your bestie is a d**k sucker, I big dub her
As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater
You nothin’ but a hater, hater, clout chaser

Now we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops
Pop that n**ga with a hundred shots, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
DeDe made that n**ga Diddy Bop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
He thought we was gon’ knuckle up, b**ch, I don’t box
And these n**gas always talkin’ s**t, yadda-yadda-ya
When you see me, what you talkin’ ’bout, f**k you talkin’ ’bout
N**gas always wanna chase clout, b**ch, I am clout
Tell ’em get up out my face now ‘fore I grrt

Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh
Play me like a dummy, like b**ch, are you dumb
Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh
Yeah, you got some money, but you still f**kin’ ugly

Stupid, listen
When I talk, you better listen
We can make him dance, bachata
Slide over, do the cha-cha
Grrt, bah-bah
Make a n**ga go adios
Dímelo, mami
Fresca, you nasty
Flame up, light it
They see me and get excited
Two step, spin around, so fly, pilot
They sick, been hot way before Coronavirus
N**ga, who did that n**ga, who did what
N**ga, that’s my s**t, don’t bite it

I tell a n**ga don’t d**k ride, don’t blick ride
Leaνe it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters
Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up
She get down and gobble, gobble up ’cause my money up

Slide, slide in the Bentley trucker, the Wraith trucker
Your bestie is a d**k sucker, I big dub her
As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater
You nothin’ but a hater, hater, clout chaser

You’re mad I’m back, big mad
He’s mad, she’s mad, big sad
Haha, don’t care, stay mad
Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah

Haha, b**ch, I’m laughin’ ’cause you big mad
See it in your face, cry baby, b**ch, you big sad
N**gas tweetin’ bout me, got me trendin’, b**ch, you big sad
Tell me how I ratted, came home to a big bag

Jah, ayy, you know that boy…

➤ Written by 6ix9ine
Produced by Payday & Jahnei Clarke
6ix9ine | 2020

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