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A Boogie wit da Hoodie

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I came to the conclusion that
A lot of y’all n***as just be talking just to talk
But you see where I’m from
I mean
We do sh*t a little different
A Boogie Wassup!!

You can tell me this and you can tell me that
But I don’t give a f**k and n***a that’s a fact
‘Cause the fakest n***as say the realest sh*t
Then the realest n***as say it after that
And now I’m running down with some black sweats
A black hoodie and some black boots
A ski mask with a hat that match
So that’s black on black on black on black on black on black
And b*t*h I’m running down
Matter fact I used to f**k with n***as that go back to back on me in situations
Like if I get hit up then my n***as quick to let that MAC attack
And now I’m going down
‘Cause where I’m from you either clap the ratchet or the ratchet clap at n***as that be actin’
Better have it on you ’cause I got it on me I ain’t havin’ that
And when I come around
I ain’t playing no games with them
f**k a PlayStation 2 K’s hit ’em
If he call 12 let the gauge hit him
If you catch me riding shotgun that mean I got one
Ain’t no competition f**k 5,4,3,2 b*t*h I’m top 1
I be with a couple n***as from the city
Yeah them n***as gritty
Pockets lookin’ kinda Puffy
Call me Diddy 10’s,20’s and 100’s 50’s
I need everything even 1’s and pennies
I need Meagan Good to let me suck her titties
I need OVO to sign me for a milli
n***as need to know that they ain’t f**king with me
If you looking for me you can come and get me I’ll be waitin’

Yeah, That’s word to my F yo I ride for this sh*t
Them n***as I rode with they ride for they sh*t
Them n***as I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every b*t*h that ever fronted when we ain’t have money
Now I ain’t got time for this sh*t
Ladder on me like I’m climbing and sh*t
In my bag like I’m shopping and sh*t
Blood with me like he poppin and sh*t
Batman with me like we Robin and sh*t
Zip ’em up like I’m bodyin sh*t
Gloves on like we boxing and sh*t
f**k it tho I ain’t got time for this sh*t

What would you do if I passed the assist
Most of my life we can’t manage this sh*t
Tryna be a preacher and a pastor and sh*t
Wonder when I die what happens after this sh*t
I got into a fight and had a box cutter try to leave a n***a like a pizzeria
It was 12 AM and everybody sleepin’ now I’m in the crib doin’ Santeria
‘Cuz I need them Benjamins
Look to the people, tell David let him in
The rockers of ganja
We got the sh*t that be breaking the glass like it’s opera
Tats on my skin the ink it was there
But I love the f**king pain n***a
Smoking so much weed a n***a can’t even see think I’m f**king going insane n***a
Addicted to paranoia
This is a sign of creativity
Like I’m looking in the sky then I wonder why damn weed really hittin’ me
Forget about the hate and the pain and most of all all the misery
And it’s a mystery
To get the 4 kids and the dog to try to figure me lil’ n***a
Stoic Stoic

Yeah, That’s word to my F yo I ride for this sh*t

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Them n***as I rode with they ride for they sh*t

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Them n***as I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every b*t*h that ever fronted when we ain’t have money
Now I ain’t got time for this sh*t
Ladder on me like I’m climbing and sh*t
In my bag like I’m shopping and sh*t
Blood with me like he poppin and sh*t
Batman with me like we Robin and sh*t
Zip ’em up like I’m bodyin sh*t
Gloves on like we boxing and sh*t
f**k it tho I ain’t got time for this sh*t

1090 ’til my time go
Shoot on sight won’t be no combo
Like Ibaka keep that 9 tho
Tony Parker, b*t*h I’m Rondo
I can’t do no 9 to 5 no
Move that work just like I’m Alpo
I would never drop a dime tho
Put that on my n***a Quado
f**k around and crack a shell I ain’t talking snails treat a n***a like a lobster
If my n***a need that bail money I ain’t got it then I’m playing cops and robbers
Put a n***a under
I ain’t even fronting
n***a I ain’t stutter I’ll f**king pop ya
Only time you hear a stutter when that choppa bust and it go ba-ba-blocka
On some real sh*t wanna know when the last I f**king cried n***a?
After n***as killed my bro Quo they just left him in the store to die n***a
That’s the reason why my n***as carry heats and always keep it on the side n***a
King Ceazar, Trippy Rell with my n***a Flair YFN those

I ain’t got time for this sh*t **
I don’t even got time for my b*t*h **
YFN in this b*t*h
*Yeah yeah*
*Let’s go*



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