Aerobix Lyrics – FBG Goat

Aerobix Lyrics by FBG Goat

Part I
Sippin’ soda, codeine
Hundred thousand on an AP, holy moly
Baby Goat got your b#tch on Snapchat tryna roll it

(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)
Bust down on my b#tch, yeah (Yeah)
Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)

Pour four O’s in the drink (Yeah)
I spend Kevin Durant on the Mink (Yeah)
I got that thrilla vanilla, for realla (Yeah)
I’m doin’ drugs, I’m doin’ chinchilla (Yeah)

Come for the cash, put the money on the counter (Yeah)
Dig up the dirt, put the gold in my dinner (Yeah)
I’m stayin’ hot at the end of December (Yeah)
Yellow my gold and it got me geeked (Yeah)

Wipe a b#tch nose, makе her kneel to my feet (Yeah)
Young trap boy, I be playin’ with thе key
Sippin’ on soda, codeine (Yeah, Freebandz, yeah)
Sippin’ on soda, codeine (Yeah)

Yeah, I’m in the one with the motor in the back, yeah
Ride with that fan on my lap, yeah
Dropped a lil’ bag [?] yeah
Trap at the store, almost died, yeah

I watched a hater get clapped, yeah
I told ’em I wasn’t there, yeah
Maybach two-tone, Patek two-tone
I ain’t playin’ fair (Yeah, yeah)

Rolex, Patek’s (Yeah)
Drugs, habits (Yeah)
Drivin’, baggin’ (Yeah)
Transformer snatchin’ (Yeah)

Flossin’ diamonds on me, yeah (Yeah), do the Janet Jackson (Yeah)
I pray I don’t go to Hell, but if I do I’m swaggin’ (Yeah)
Drop a Maserati just on a bracelet, that right there ain’t nothin’
Took your wife and gave her back, she wasn’t in my plans

Can’t remember how we met, I was on them Xans
I f#cked that b#tch in the Sprinter, snapped her like a can
Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)
Bust down on my b#tch, yeah (Yeah)

Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)
Pour four O’s in the drink (Yeah)
Wipe a b#tch nose, make her kneel to my feet (Yeah)
Young trap boy, I be playin’ with the key

Sippin’ on soda, codeine (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin’ on soda, codeine (Yeah)
You didn’t have to tell me that you had to save your nut when you f#ckin’ ’cause another b#tch was comin’ that you was about to f#ck
Part II

Come here
Woah
Come here, you pretty lil’ sl#t (Come here)
Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)

I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)
Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn’t nothin’ (Come here)
Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)
When you done, just push that lil’ button (Come here)

Rockin’ B’s, I think she Ifa (Come here)
Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)
f#cked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror
Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior

Her time of the month, she can’t sit on this
She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit
Tall b#tch, dark skin, Vivica Fox
Bend that sh#t over, hit it from the back

Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
Too original, b#tches can’t tell ’em apart
Envious n#gg#s, they mad at me
Got the Glock on the side of me, got the b#tch to treat me like God

What you expect? So disrespectful
Was it [?] daughter? Swear I couldn’t tell
Newborn star came with a pallbearer
Baby Goat made a ho get unmarried

Baby Goat, ski mask by Moncler
Baby Goat, [?] owns Moncler
Way too legit, I’m f#ckin’ this Gucci b#tch
Damn, I look like a lick (I look like a lick)

Audemar sit on my wrist
She came from Pluto, that’s an assist (Come on)
Cartier rings like Kylie (Come on)
Ain’t got no manners, can’t hide it (Come on)

I swear this b#tch hit like Riley (Come on)
Blue and red pills, like [?] (Yeah)
Come here, you pretty lil’ sl#t (Come here)
Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)

I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)
Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn’t nothin’ (Come here)
Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)
When you done, just push that lil’ button (Come here)

Rockin’ B’s, I think she Ifa (Come here)
Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)
f#cked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror
Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior

Her time of the month, she can’t sit on this
She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit
Tall b#tch, dark skin, Vivica Fox (Freebandz)
Bend that sh#t over, hit it from the back

Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
Too original, b#tches can’t tell ’em apart
Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
I don’t like this type of energy, it’s cool

I played myself, so it’s alright
You are disgusting, like, just f#cked up too
I’ll see you later
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