Big Freedia – GTFOMF lyrics

You been in my space You been messing up Drama out the gate You been outta place Out of pocket, I cannot relate Don't give me your problems I ain't gonna solve 'em I cannot be bothered Ain't your fucking mama It's a mood It's a mood You better move, bitch Messing up my groove If you ain't come to dance Get the fuck out my face Came here wit' your mans Get the fuck out my face If you tryna romance Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face If you ain't come to dance Get the fuck out my face I need all sad bitches to the side Won't let a broke ho fuck up my vibe All sad niggas to the side Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night I need all sad bitches to the side Won't let a broke ho fuck up my vibe All sad niggas to the side Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night I hear you barking but you ain't about to bite Bet you wish I would, well, bitch, I might Bitch, you bucking but you better want fight We going left We going right You go and take that shit outside We going left We going right You go and take that shit outside Explain Request ×

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