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Groovy Night Video (MV)






Big Mechoo - Groovy Night Lyrics




Givenchy with stars,
Louboutin spikes.
You still be rocking the Mikes.
I got that glock,
On my britches,
I'm tight.
You sneak diss on my homie,
We taking your life.
Chrome hearted shades,
You can't look in my eyes.
And I'm groovy - too groovy
Might f*ck on a dyke.
This a raptor,
Two fifty,
Pop wheelie on bikes.
That lil baby,
She special,
She came with some spikes.
Please don't push me to the edge,
I'm taking your life.
Got a bitch out L.A.,
I call her ass on Skype.
Got a bitch out Augusta,
She screaming, "You right!"
If you reach for this chain,
Knock your chest out your spine.
She say she all me,
But she not even mine.
He selling cap zaza,
That should be a crime.
You're not even a junkie,
You sipping a line.
Got a line on the packs,
Only want twenty-nine.
If-If-If you really my girl,
You getting wine 'n dined.
I might slow down the world,
Just to make it more time.
You should set up the ops, baby,
Get on your live.
Show me outside,
Then I pull up fire.
Hocus pocus,
All the ops they gon' die.
Bitch, you crummy or not,
Yeah, you gotta pick a side.
And I love how she look,
Imma rub on her thigh. (on her thigh, thigh)



That's my-That's (that's my, that's my)
My ussy thussy
Beating up her little pussy.
You got VVS diamonds.
What you want, a cookie?
Don't get behind ZL1,
12, Imma cook thee.
Fear of God over coat,
These the Balmain bleed.
Louis V bracelet,
I don't speak your language.
Cha nay nay, the shades,
I can't see shit but double C.
Goofy little bitch,
You should be right on WB.
Your-Your boyfriend broke,
And I know he ain't f*cking with me.
Put his ass in the trash,
Like the Grouch. (grouch)
That boy still sleep on the couch.
He pop one more slick thing,
I pop him in the mouth. (in the mouth)


Ooh
He gon leave out with a ouch.
Can't cheat on lil baby,
She just want a house.
Can't finesse the lil kid,
All he got is an ounce.
Watch your hands,
Don't touch my spouse.
Hoe,
Watch your hands,
Don't touch my couch. (don't touch my couch, my couch)
Uh
Hoe, this the groovy life. (groovy life)
F*ck 'em by two tonight. (two tonight)
I got the hoes,
Like I'm Dolemite (Dolemite, Dolemite)
It's gon' be a groovy night. (groovy night)
Ain't got time for you,
Got time for the crew tonight.
I'm tryna f*ck on a few tonight. (few tonight)
Baby, just make sure
You do me right. (do me right, do me right)
I'll let you live your life. (live your life)


Yeah,
That groovy life. (groovy life)
We gon' f*ck hoes
By the two tonight.
I got the bitches,
Like Dolemite. (Dolemite, Dolemite)


Uh
Yeah, to that groovy life. (groovy life)
We f*cking hoes
By the two tonight.
I got the hoes,
Like I'm Dolemite. (Dolemite, Dolemite)
Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)


Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)

Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)
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Givenchy with stars,
Louboutin spikes.
You still be rocking the Mikes.
I got that glock,
On my britches,
I'm tight.
You sneak diss on my homie,
We taking your life.
Chrome hearted shades,
You can't look in my eyes.
And I'm groovy - too groovy
Might f*ck on a dyke.
This a raptor,
Two fifty,
Pop wheelie on bikes.
That lil baby,
She special,
She came with some spikes.
Please don't push me to the edge,
I'm taking your life.
Got a bitch out L.A.,
I call her ass on Skype.
Got a bitch out Augusta,
She screaming, "You right!"
If you reach for this chain,
Knock your chest out your spine.
She say she all me,
But she not even mine.
He selling cap zaza,
That should be a crime.
You're not even a junkie,
You sipping a line.
Got a line on the packs,
Only want twenty-nine.
If-If-If you really my girl,
You getting wine 'n dined.
I might slow down the world,
Just to make it more time.
You should set up the ops, baby,
Get on your live.
Show me outside,
Then I pull up fire.
Hocus pocus,
All the ops they gon' die.
Bitch, you crummy or not,
Yeah, you gotta pick a side.
And I love how she look,
Imma rub on her thigh. (on her thigh, thigh)



That's my-That's (that's my, that's my)
My ussy thussy
Beating up her little pussy.
You got VVS diamonds.
What you want, a cookie?
Don't get behind ZL1,
12, Imma cook thee.
Fear of God over coat,
These the Balmain bleed.
Louis V bracelet,
I don't speak your language.
Cha nay nay, the shades,
I can't see shit but double C.
Goofy little bitch,
You should be right on WB.
Your-Your boyfriend broke,
And I know he ain't f*cking with me.
Put his ass in the trash,
Like the Grouch. (grouch)
That boy still sleep on the couch.
He pop one more slick thing,
I pop him in the mouth. (in the mouth)


Ooh
He gon leave out with a ouch.
Can't cheat on lil baby,
She just want a house.
Can't finesse the lil kid,
All he got is an ounce.
Watch your hands,
Don't touch my spouse.
Hoe,
Watch your hands,
Don't touch my couch. (don't touch my couch, my couch)
Uh
Hoe, this the groovy life. (groovy life)
F*ck 'em by two tonight. (two tonight)
I got the hoes,
Like I'm Dolemite (Dolemite, Dolemite)
It's gon' be a groovy night. (groovy night)
Ain't got time for you,
Got time for the crew tonight.
I'm tryna f*ck on a few tonight. (few tonight)
Baby, just make sure
You do me right. (do me right, do me right)
I'll let you live your life. (live your life)


Yeah,
That groovy life. (groovy life)
We gon' f*ck hoes
By the two tonight.
I got the bitches,
Like Dolemite. (Dolemite, Dolemite)


Uh
Yeah, to that groovy life. (groovy life)
We f*cking hoes
By the two tonight.
I got the hoes,
Like I'm Dolemite. (Dolemite, Dolemite)
Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)


Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)

Talking real slick,
You might lose your life. (lose your life, lose your life, lose your life, lose your life)
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Writer: DAN MOORE, LAURENCE JUBER, MARK HUDSON, MICHELLE LAPIDOS, RICK ZAHARIADES
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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