Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
The heat that I'm sprayin'
Is raising relations
With solar radiation
And all of our nations
The ozone is gone
Cuz of all my dictation
Mixtape circulation
Here's a demonstration
Skipper's ticker is going hard enough
Pop off like a molotov
Fire burning all through the house
Bitch, stop, drop, get down
Hear the sound of my mixtape
Burning up all your possessions
You follow my pages
You know what I'm saying
I'm calling that shit an obsession
I'm not an Usher
But I hear you crushin'
And you won't admit in confessions
Soon I'll be charging for features
My pockets get fat in the future
I'll call them hoes Bessy
Or maybe I'll call them hoes Olga
See back in the day I'd drop shit on the gram and the tube
And they still didn't know us
Before we was big money folders
Before the days I'd go to Nordstrom
Then hit up the club and I'm looking all glowed up
Labels they hit up my line and they lie
They just trying to control us
Try to control us
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't
Shit more complex than a damn game of thrones
I'm a bigger figure
Than the Little Finger
And I found out that Varys don't know
I'll blow my nose, pass me an issue
(What just happened?)
Pass me a tissue
Don't need a napkin
I'm SoFLo Baggins
Might leave my land, understand that I'll miss you
If I'm gon' miss you
I'll kiss you
I never wan' give you no issues
You get all the diamonds you wanted to flaunt
And I'll turn your whole neck to an igloo
Girl you can be like the arctic
But still not as cold as my heart is
I'll need some protection when laying the wood
Hit up Lowe's and go pick up some varnish
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
Young Skipper - Goat-Lamb Lyrics
Young Skipper - Goat-Lamb Lyrics
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English
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
The heat that I'm sprayin'
Is raising relations
With solar radiation
And all of our nations
The ozone is gone
Cuz of all my dictation
Mixtape circulation
Here's a demonstration
Skipper's ticker is going hard enough
Pop off like a molotov
Fire burning all through the house
Bitch, stop, drop, get down
Hear the sound of my mixtape
Burning up all your possessions
You follow my pages
You know what I'm saying
I'm calling that shit an obsession
I'm not an Usher
But I hear you crushin'
And you won't admit in confessions
Soon I'll be charging for features
My pockets get fat in the future
I'll call them hoes Bessy
Or maybe I'll call them hoes Olga
See back in the day I'd drop shit on the gram and the tube
And they still didn't know us
Before we was big money folders
Before the days I'd go to Nordstrom
Then hit up the club and I'm looking all glowed up
Labels they hit up my line and they lie
They just trying to control us
Try to control us
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't
Shit more complex than a damn game of thrones
I'm a bigger figure
Than the Little Finger
And I found out that Varys don't know
I'll blow my nose, pass me an issue
(What just happened?)
Pass me a tissue
Don't need a napkin
I'm SoFLo Baggins
Might leave my land, understand that I'll miss you
If I'm gon' miss you
I'll kiss you
I never wan' give you no issues
You get all the diamonds you wanted to flaunt
And I'll turn your whole neck to an igloo
Girl you can be like the arctic
But still not as cold as my heart is
I'll need some protection when laying the wood
Hit up Lowe's and go pick up some varnish
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
The heat that I'm sprayin'
Is raising relations
With solar radiation
And all of our nations
The ozone is gone
Cuz of all my dictation
Mixtape circulation
Here's a demonstration
Skipper's ticker is going hard enough
Pop off like a molotov
Fire burning all through the house
Bitch, stop, drop, get down
Hear the sound of my mixtape
Burning up all your possessions
You follow my pages
You know what I'm saying
I'm calling that shit an obsession
I'm not an Usher
But I hear you crushin'
And you won't admit in confessions
Soon I'll be charging for features
My pockets get fat in the future
I'll call them hoes Bessy
Or maybe I'll call them hoes Olga
See back in the day I'd drop shit on the gram and the tube
And they still didn't know us
Before we was big money folders
Before the days I'd go to Nordstrom
Then hit up the club and I'm looking all glowed up
Labels they hit up my line and they lie
They just trying to control us
Try to control us
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't
Shit more complex than a damn game of thrones
I'm a bigger figure
Than the Little Finger
And I found out that Varys don't know
I'll blow my nose, pass me an issue
(What just happened?)
Pass me a tissue
Don't need a napkin
I'm SoFLo Baggins
Might leave my land, understand that I'll miss you
If I'm gon' miss you
I'll kiss you
I never wan' give you no issues
You get all the diamonds you wanted to flaunt
And I'll turn your whole neck to an igloo
Girl you can be like the arctic
But still not as cold as my heart is
I'll need some protection when laying the wood
Hit up Lowe's and go pick up some varnish
Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T.
But he drive a Lamb
I grow hay, artichoke
All across my land
Bitch I'm gardening
I wear cardigans
Cuz this flow so cold
Like some Rhoto's
Burn my eyes or ojos
You know what I'm sayin'
Writer: Lazaro Llanes
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