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Goo-Punch Video (MV)




Performed By: Romeo Cook
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Tyrone - Jairus Scott




Romeo Cook - Goo-Punch Lyrics




If the Christians Dior
And the all devils in the details
I pray I focus more
Before you put it retail
As I play upon the chords
Watch you open up let me prevail
Physical touch my love language
And it seems your body speaks well
Now articulate
Matta fact, get a pillow face down, I want you to demonstrate
While I get my demons straight, Hit curves; no breaks, ride me to heavens gates
She can see in my eyes, Im the best to date
I reciprocate the lies, cause she thinks I'm bait
But imma Big fish, not for debate
I've peeped the move, tell me what's the play
I want mines off of GP
Smoke down a plate to the OZ
And as we swing from a high tree
We can make this a thang if you low key
Cause' now-a-days I groove too much
These women claim the chefs loosing touch
Nah, I've Never been the type to settle
Ive Been real boy, ion know one Gepetto
Tables start to turn like Scrillx, I can hear them niggaz whisper
You can grab a jaw full of these and hold on tight that's for them critics
Weather Jordan or Adam, God These moves I make sell out the garden
I step light, like LA Gears, 90's vibes I'm her nostalgia

You caught me in a daze
My feelings screwed up
If I don't choose her, I just might loose her
So much time away, look how I use her
Cause every few months, I need that Goo-Punch
You caught me in a daze
My feelings screwed up
If I don't choose her, I just might loose her
So much time away, look how I use her
Cause every few months, I need that Goo-Punch

Bounce on it like a pogo
Give you dick by the boat load
Gold bars I align, in the safe of my house, by the coke load
I'm a Gemini , living both sides, doing flips with a Virgo
And you wonder how Im livin', how im living
You ain't ask what I asked for
You ant f*ck her like the last stoke
You ain't hustle like last hope
You don't do that 9-5 to break bread with the homies
Cause damn yall that close
But you gone get it back, my guy
Dont trip cause the universe works like dat
And speaking of the work, we rehearsed
On the phone, girl now you're here arch that back
Good wood, f*ck the plans out her
Show my main bitch the man power
She only last bout half hour
Grip that ass, get a laugh out her
She throw it back, and Im like, Ouu
She said you f*cking with the right one
I was like shit; you probably right
Put yo' shoes on, let me buy you something
Shawty got that Midas
Shawty got that mutha f*ckin Midas touch
Sheeze
And I'm here for it
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If the Christians Dior
And the all devils in the details
I pray I focus more
Before you put it retail
As I play upon the chords
Watch you open up let me prevail
Physical touch my love language
And it seems your body speaks well
Now articulate
Matta fact, get a pillow face down, I want you to demonstrate
While I get my demons straight, Hit curves; no breaks, ride me to heavens gates
She can see in my eyes, Im the best to date
I reciprocate the lies, cause she thinks I'm bait
But imma Big fish, not for debate
I've peeped the move, tell me what's the play
I want mines off of GP
Smoke down a plate to the OZ
And as we swing from a high tree
We can make this a thang if you low key
Cause' now-a-days I groove too much
These women claim the chefs loosing touch
Nah, I've Never been the type to settle
Ive Been real boy, ion know one Gepetto
Tables start to turn like Scrillx, I can hear them niggaz whisper
You can grab a jaw full of these and hold on tight that's for them critics
Weather Jordan or Adam, God These moves I make sell out the garden
I step light, like LA Gears, 90's vibes I'm her nostalgia

You caught me in a daze
My feelings screwed up
If I don't choose her, I just might loose her
So much time away, look how I use her
Cause every few months, I need that Goo-Punch
You caught me in a daze
My feelings screwed up
If I don't choose her, I just might loose her
So much time away, look how I use her
Cause every few months, I need that Goo-Punch

Bounce on it like a pogo
Give you dick by the boat load
Gold bars I align, in the safe of my house, by the coke load
I'm a Gemini , living both sides, doing flips with a Virgo
And you wonder how Im livin', how im living
You ain't ask what I asked for
You ant f*ck her like the last stoke
You ain't hustle like last hope
You don't do that 9-5 to break bread with the homies
Cause damn yall that close
But you gone get it back, my guy
Dont trip cause the universe works like dat
And speaking of the work, we rehearsed
On the phone, girl now you're here arch that back
Good wood, f*ck the plans out her
Show my main bitch the man power
She only last bout half hour
Grip that ass, get a laugh out her
She throw it back, and Im like, Ouu
She said you f*cking with the right one
I was like shit; you probably right
Put yo' shoes on, let me buy you something
Shawty got that Midas
Shawty got that mutha f*ckin Midas touch
Sheeze
And I'm here for it
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Writer: Tyrone - Jairus Scott
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