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letra de no touchbacks - boobie lootaveli

[intro]
mtm hit em with the heat

[verse 1]
she like peeking on my pistol
told my b-tch don’t touch that
i finessed you out your pack
and i don’t do no touchbacks
trappin’ out the red ferrari
make you run a 4 flat
body do the macarena
choppa make your toes tap
real sh-t
bring the cannons out in broad daylight
all these diamonds ’round my neck like a full cage fight
vroom vroom b-tch i’m boomin’ all up out the states now
mostly everyone i came up with, they wanna hate now

[verse 2]

blat, blat b-tch you wasn’t with me in the trenches
bullets burn like a std you gettin’ tested
f-ck boy talkin’ like a starter from the benches
so much dope in the house you gotta buzz the fence in
move smooth like a model, i look so expensive
it’s lil b00bie, i been thuggin’ since an adolescent
thinkin’ bout it i was selling bags in the elementary
if somebody need a plug then you can recommend me
fast forward to when boo hopped in the porsche
i was picking up them babies from a boat out by the port
in the trap with all my mexicans and free band with my zoes
if you catch me got a sniper with the military scope
real life

[verse 3]

i been up until the morning ’cause i could
f-cked around and turned bagota baby hollywood
i be slidin’ up cause all my pieces hittin’ through the roof
how the f-ck you finna k!ll me with a rusty .22
lil b-tch
it’s like everyone that wished me all the worst
how your homie used to hate me now he end up on a shirt
get the package on the 1st and it gon’ be gone by the 3rd
i’mma stay under the influence until i’m in the dirt

- boobie lootaveli

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