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letra de boof day - boofpaxkmooky

[chorus]
whoa (whoa)
whoa
what (what)
hmm
just woke up
i throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
he askin’ me sh-t, but i start actin’ dumb
that boy, he be swag-jackin’, he my son
sticks, every n-gga got guns (baow)
that what you say (that’s what you say)
this lil boof day (boof day)
don’t come in this crib, i’m like “who is they?” (yah)
don’t pick up the phone, i’m like “who is they?”
i run up the trap on a monday (monday)
yeah, i don’t f-ck ’bout my hundreds (hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin’ (gunnin’)
i got the spot, on a hunnid (what?)

[verse 1]
yeah, told that boy stay in his lane (lane)
i’m not a nice guy, curtis payne (yeah)
if you not in your bag, you should be ashamed
i ain’t gon’ sweat, lil n-gga, you playin’
you ain’t gon’ play wit’ me, you a [?]
i’m high as f-ck, i could sleep on the plane
b-tch so wet, we can f-ck at her place
couldn’t come down when i’m up, outer sp-ce
i’m gonna cash out ’til next day
nope, n-gga, you cannot hang (nope, nope)
we at the spot, n-gga, paint her face
and it’s my birthday, n-gga, pray
i hit a l!ck, n-gga, wit’ yo’ bae
i get this loser out the way (yeah)
you got problems, my shooter get a k (yeah)
(my shooter get a k)
[chorus]
whoa (whoa)
whoa
what (what)
hmm
just woke up
i throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
he askin’ me sh-t, but i start actin’ dumb
that boy, he be swag-jackin’, he my son
sticks, every n-gga got guns (baow)
that what you say (that’s what you say)
this lil boof day (boof day)
don’t come in this crib, i’m like “who is they?” (yah)
don’t pick up the phone, i’m like “who is they?”
i run up the trap on a monday (monday)
yeah, i don’t f-ck ’bout my hundreds (hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin’ (gunnin’)
i got the spot, on a hunnid (what?)

[verse 2]
beat on it
n-gga, i beat on it (beat, what?)
i’m in the trap every day, they [?] (yeah)
f-ck all the opps, n-gga, i spit on ’em (yeah)
i just be dolo, [?]
you ain’t even know, boy, where my n-ggas is (yuh)
you see a glock, lil n-gga, you teddy bear
you can get popped, ‘cuz we got confetti here
no, he not showin’ love, he tryna argue
i remember when [?] me (yeah)
shout out my mama, n-gga, when that birth be (birth be)
he wanna go against me, do him dirty (dirty)
[?] home, n-gga, had to serve (serve)
i got a thirty round, n-gga, it’s perfect (yeah)
i got a big gun, like it’s purge (big gun)
you get your money back, on the first (first)
[chorus]
whoa (whoa)
whoa
what (what)
hmm
just woke up
i throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
he askin’ me sh-t, but i start actin’ dumb
that boy, he be swag-jackin’, he my son
sticks, every n-gga got guns (baow)
that what you say (that’s what you say)
this lil boof day (boof day)
don’t come in this crib, i’m like “who is they?” (yah)
don’t pick up the phone, i’m like “who is they?”
i run up the trap on a monday (monday)
yeah, i don’t f-ck ’bout my hundreds (hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin’ (gunnin’)
i got the spot, on a hunnid (what?)
(neiiburr, baby)

- boofpaxkmooky

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