8th Element - L.U.C.Y'.S. G.O.O.S.E. (feat. Rozell) Lyrics

I hit it then she gets me right
It makes me light
Yeah you're greyer than the goose
That's in my sides
I do admit it, shit, I'm loose
They let him loose
Greyer than the smoke I spew
I drank the Goose
Yeah yeah yeah
Loosey Goosey, ooh she cute
Pussy glow like rubies do
Watermelon Juicy Fruit
Need her essence
Gripped with evanescence, lessons learned
Grip her tighter than an urn
Light to ashes let 'em burn
Let 'em scurry over cherry tree
Hoping you cherish me
Hoping our reality's greater than fantasy
But it ain't so we can't be
She was freaky bizarre
Knew she was leading me on
Because the string we was on
Was always ripping apart
When I step inside you better give respect
I might drink the vodka like a millionaire
I tend to black out at functions can't function but
When I'm on Goose I don't duck, and I f*cks with that
Let me reiterate
I been the great
We can't reintegrate
Just trynna inseminate
I put the penis straight
Into her middle place
I'm in a better space than you
Mixed the potion laced with truth
I swear I'll sap the lies out you
That Lucy Goose makes proof regroup
Shawty say she got a little backbone
(Backbone)
And she gonna call me off the trap phone
(Trap phone)
Feel alone in the world like a Cat-Dog
Then she slide by throw it back in the platforms, yeah
The way that I run it got track form
No slack for em' at the end of my rope
Like a lasso
And attack force on my own, Frank Castle
Y'all type, can't leave home like a chatroom
Back on that shit I hope y'all get it
Sat my chalice down and they fill it
Like automatic, fabric made her a fanatic early
The she heard the rapping
Said you're sweet as sugar packets
Likes her coffee black and
You're just acting practice
Fish in sea, you're catching catfish
She call me the monster under your mattress
Why these niggas look like God ain't blessing 'em right
Their amigos look less Takeoff, more like missing a flight
Why their women acting mad because they missed me tonight
She got me handled, put your back on the wrong end of the knife
When I step inside you better give respect
I might drink the vodka like a millionaire
I tend to black out at functions can't function but
When I'm on Goose I don't duck, and I f*cks with that
I hit it then she gets me right
It makes me light
Yeah you're greyer than the goose
That's in my sides
I do admit it, shit, I'm loose
They let him loose
Greyer than the smoke I spew
I drank the Goose
Yeah yeah yeah