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La 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 Letras de cancionesI’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 From Letras Mania