Lyrics to Groovy Remix
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I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Bring it back, this that Bad Apples Music
I ain't fuckin' with these cunts 'cause they don't know how to do it
Keep it real groovy and I always keep it movin'
When they came for my neck, I stuck it out real ruthless ([?])
Barkaa to the B, big titta, my cousin
And I do what I wanted 'cause I killed all my husbands (Ha)
Nah, I'm just playin', nah, I'm just gettin' started
Rolled up with my brothers, we ain't came here for nothin'
Spark when I started, styles that I fathered
Bastards are starvin', feed these piranhas
Killed 'em in the bay, now I leave 'em in the harbour
What else could I say? Leave it to Barkaa
Every cutie with a booty wanna groovy (Hoo)
Briggs is gettin' bougie (Hoo) Beggars gettin' choosy (Hoo)
Everything is Gucci, so keep it in your lane
'Cause no, we don't play unless it's Call of Duty
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Yah (Haha) Still singin' "Fuck the cops" (Yeah)
Alpha male of the pack, the way I [?] these dogs (Oof)
Naughty Nowra cunt, [?]
Rain down on 'em, let 'em feel the wrath of God
Uh, Uncle Nooks got his groove back
Uh, I don't know 'em 'causes they [?]
Better off dead; John Cusack
Still eatin' Devon on bread, cuz, I'm too black
Handsome and I'm groovy, roll up like a doobie
[?] see me dancin' with a groupie
Flow, it be the doozy, my life like a movie
Shots on every scene like I was rollin' with the Uzi
And we troublesome, you don't want no trouble, son
Barkaa makin' hits and we gon' hit 'em with another one
Finally got my groove back, dancin' like a new Jack
Shit, I get around and I can show you how I do that (Yeah, yeah, uh, a-ha)
Let 'em laugh now and cry later, hater
Whippin' in the kitchen while you just a waiter
Run this shit while I'm chasin' paper
[?] like Jason Statham
Ooh, black [?] from the dirt, my [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Chop a tree down, kill our soul (Yeah, yeah)
[?]
They try to lead us to nowhere ([?])
Hope we take the wrong turn (Yeah, yeah)
Drive it like you stole it (Ha)
And let these fuckin' wheels burn (Rrrrr)
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Ah, hahaha
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Bring it back, this that Bad Apples Music
I ain't fuckin' with these cunts 'cause they don't know how to do it
Keep it real groovy and I always keep it movin'
When they came for my neck, I stuck it out real ruthless ([?])
Barkaa to the B, big titta, my cousin
And I do what I wanted 'cause I killed all my husbands (Ha)
Nah, I'm just playin', nah, I'm just gettin' started
Rolled up with my brothers, we ain't came here for nothin'
Spark when I started, styles that I fathered
Bastards are starvin', feed these piranhas
Killed 'em in the bay, now I leave 'em in the harbour
What else could I say? Leave it to Barkaa
Every cutie with a booty wanna groovy (Hoo)
Briggs is gettin' bougie (Hoo) Beggars gettin' choosy (Hoo)
Everything is Gucci, so keep it in your lane
'Cause no, we don't play unless it's Call of Duty
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Yah (Haha) Still singin' "Fuck the cops" (Yeah)
Alpha male of the pack, the way I [?] these dogs (Oof)
Naughty Nowra cunt, [?]
Rain down on 'em, let 'em feel the wrath of God
Uh, Uncle Nooks got his groove back
Uh, I don't know 'em 'causes they [?]
Better off dead; John Cusack
Still eatin' Devon on bread, cuz, I'm too black
Handsome and I'm groovy, roll up like a doobie
[?] see me dancin' with a groupie
Flow, it be the doozy, my life like a movie
Shots on every scene like I was rollin' with the Uzi
And we troublesome, you don't want no trouble, son
Barkaa makin' hits and we gon' hit 'em with another one
Finally got my groove back, dancin' like a new Jack
Shit, I get around and I can show you how I do that (Yeah, yeah, uh, a-ha)
Let 'em laugh now and cry later, hater
Whippin' in the kitchen while you just a waiter
Run this shit while I'm chasin' paper
[?] like Jason Statham
Ooh, black [?] from the dirt, my [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Chop a tree down, kill our soul (Yeah, yeah)
[?]
They try to lead us to nowhere ([?])
Hope we take the wrong turn (Yeah, yeah)
Drive it like you stole it (Ha)
And let these fuckin' wheels burn (Rrrrr)
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
I got my groove back, bitch, I’m groovy
I’m a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That’s a lullaby, [?]
Ah, hahaha
