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Groupies & Goofies

"Groupies & Goofies" Lyrics by Babyface Ray

Sittin’ in the office, shakin’ haters off

It’s like hittin’ a moving target, you want it, nigga, can’t bargain

I’m irritated, mad ’cause all the opportunities lost ’cause I hesitated

Dripped and seen the vision get lost, but I’m dedicated

I can’t even talk my dreams with ’em, they never made it

I can’t even pop no beans with ’em, they pressin’ crazy

Came out, bumps, bruises, scratches, a monster now

Came out, bag full of sh*t that the doctor got

Used to need a ride to the way, I got options now

I can’t believe sh*t niggas say ’cause they lie a lot

Probably won’t see my partner face, but he buy a lot

I’ve been tryin’ to dodge what mama say, I’ve been high a lot These socials got these niggas watered down, I’m in ’88

The bag I got from chases custom-made for the baby Drac’

They got the most to say, but never say when we face-to-face f**k I get this name, the watch I got got a babyface

Me, I push spaceships, geeked up a Martian

Jumped out, ain’t parkin’, I got real dog sh*t

Boy, you know you scorchin’ when they searchin’ through your garbage

Tryna stick the charges on me, but I lost it

Man, I hate to say it but the PUA done made you niggas

Burned, I thought my chain was missin’, fired all the babysitters

Add up all my daily spendings, deals I could’ve gave these niggas

I got drillers calling me every day like, “Face, who grave we diggin’?”

[Chorus]

Niggas movin’ goofy, I ain’t stampin’ that

Niggas move like groupies, I ain’t stampin’ that

All they do is watchin’ where the action at

Phone for trackin’ numbers, where the package at?

[Verse 2]

Told me l’m different, actually told me a lot of sh*t, but I don’t wanna listen

Can’t support or turn up no nigga who don’t want to get it

Should be runnin’ for mayor now, who did more for the city?

I do more sadity, that you got in your stash spot

He was green and they licked it, it left me in a bad spot

Once it grow, gotta trim it, can’t be leavin’ the grass hot

On the lot, see the sticker, credit low, so I cashed out

Yeah, you gotta keep your ears to the street

You know I fell off and still landed on my feet

You know it came to me what you was telling to that freak

You know I ain’t need an audience to tell me I was me

I’m startin’ to get these questions and suggestions ’cause I’m eatin’ A show for fifteen hundred, had to drive to Battle Creek

I rode with my lil’ ho and with my partner, that was P

They told me the more money that you get, you lose your peace

Dark clouds in the city, the ice’ll brighten your day

Water on me is special, should call me Bobby Boucher

Five Gs for the flannel, I got it wrapped ’round my waist

Activist, baby, really, you couldn’t say how it tastes

f**k ’em all, any niggas that you came with

Watch your mouth, put a target on your main b**ch

Laced them up, now I’m ballin’, Calvin Cambridge

Once they cross, they’ll try to burn the same bridge

[Chorus]

Niggas movin’ goofy, I ain’t stampin’ that

Niggas move like groupies, I ain’t stampin’ that

All they do is watchin’ where the action at

Phone for trackin’ numbers, where the package at?

[Outro]

One of one, one of none

Wavy Gang sh*t, forever

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