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letra de no hooks - boofboiicy

[intro]
(youngboybrown, on my kids)

[verse 1]
i’ma f-ck wit’ these n-ggas how they f-ck wit’ me (f-ck wit’ me)
i can’t show no love ’cause they ain’t showed no love to me (f-ck them n-ggas)
yeah, i was just thuggin’ in these f-ckin’ streets
yeah, what did you think?
n-gga, you ain’t think (yeah, let’s go)
what did you think?
better use your mind, please don’t tweak (use your mind)
i went down bad, n-gga, got on my feet (on my feet)
n-ggas, they show no love, they ain’t f-ck wit’ me
know they gon’ switch up
i can’t switch up
stayed ten toes
ride in the rolls
gotta get go

[interlude]
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[verse 2]
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas
private location, you can’t get it
bad lil’ b-tch, i gotta hit it
yeah, then i gotta dismiss it
.22 on me, emmitt smith
n-ggas act funny, ain’t know sh-t
i get money, can’t worry ’bout a b-tch
yeah, thumb through the check, gotta get to the sh-t
n-ggas act funny, ain’t worried ’bout that sh-t
these n-ggas just talk-talk, they on my d-ck
just keep thumbing
just keep coming
i flex, yeah, don’t even work out
not in a drought
move the work in and out (gone)
ooh, need that cash in a large amount
i ain’t need no help
do this sh-t myself
they lost faith in me
i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
jeremy lin, got me a ring
addicted to these finer things
i’ma hop out a coupe wit’ a beam
all this off the dome but these n-ggas think i write this sh-t
all these n-ggas clones ’cause they gon’ bite this sh-t
come here, b-tch, and suck this d-ck
no, i don’t even like the b-tch
ooh, yeah, i’m gone
hop in the coupe, gone
smoking too strong
they won’t leave me alone
please don’t blow my phone
i speak a different language, just like rosetta stone
i’m lost in my mind
i can’t waste no time
foreign coupe, ain’t got no mileage
all this drip, ain’t go no stylist
these n-ggas mad just ’cause i’m popping
n-ggas better stop it
got that pocket rocket
i won’t hesitate to pop it
back on that bullsh-t
my n-ggas tote full clips
steppin’ on n-ggas just like ants
i got a check wit’ no advance
yeah, i do this
knew this
you new to this
blue b-tch
get out my way
n-ggas hate
yeah, they fake
won’t hesitate
won’t press the brakes
always on the gas
moving real fast
yeah, get that check, blow it real fast
get it right back
addicted to these racks
no hooks

- boofboiicy

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