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letra de playboy - boonysugar

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you choke on my d-ck like i’m vader
smokin’ the gas with the vapor
boony be stacking the paper
statefarm, i’ma good neighbor

pack a .45 with a laser (glllt)
so i could boss up on a hater
cut ya throat up with a razor
i’ll f-ck her but i ain’t gon’ date her

i got the draco, no malfoy (glttt)
rock the supreme and the playboy
all yo’ sh-t fake like a decoy
she ridin’ my d-ck like a cowboy

i’m gettin’ her wet like a towel, boy
got all my chains on like i’m uzi (yaaa)
still on when i’m deep in the booty
orange hat on like i’m rudy

j-panese b-tch eatin’ sushi
you snitchin’ like you ratatouille
yo’ b-tch said “let’s go make a movie”
snakes all on my wallet, it’s gucci (burr)

turned yo’ b-tch into my groupie
lavish ’cause boony is boujee

homie yo’ girl is a thot (what?)
if you don’t believe me just watch
told that b-tch “go take a walk”
you already know how i rock

bapestas purple like pints (lean)
boony be blowing up mics
coca like miami vice
hitting b-tches like all of the lights

cop it, i don’t check the price
finesse you when throwing them dice
got rocks, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout ice
got shooters, they keep it precise (brra)

you know i got gold like a king
boony love flexing the bling (bling)
can’t handle the sh-t that i bring
young samson dissing don’t sting
winning so gimmie the ring

china white packing like this is beijing
always stay flexin’ on everything
take a hit i bounce back like a spring

got mac in my jacket, i whip it, i wack it when catchin’ you lackin’
on p-ssy i’m snackin’, going so hard that my diamonds be crackin’
i’ll never back down, yes, i’m always attackin’

boony will never be calm
blowin’ my d-ck like a bomb (woo)
bussin’ in streets like we livin’ in ‘nam
slapping yo’ mom with the back of my palm

she f-ck me and suck me i’ll take her to prom
load it and light it we f-ckin’ with bongs
dealing and smoking on ounces of strong
you ain’t in the gang, no you do not belong

boony got hustle ambition
you the type tryna send me to prision
f-ckin’ wit’ you had to make a decision
finna go chop you with laser precision

you a broke boy and you swimming in debt
coppin’ designer fill you with regret
dressing for gala, pop out to the met
fbi know i’m a serious threat
told ’em “free bobby” let’s never forget
roll up and ice you i’m tryna jet

got mac in my jacket, i whip it, i wack it when catchin’ you lackin’
on p-ssy i’m snackin’, going so hard that my diamonds be crackin’
i’ll never back down, yes, i’m always attackin’

- boonysugar

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