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letra de boosie house - sbe mikie

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy made this one)
sh-t, f-ck
yung sak runner

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
you know i’m throwin’ big b’s, we at boosie house
and i got slap in kiwi, they brung gucci out
yn jay at the pool party, pull your p-ssy out
everywhere we go, you gotta know we bringin’ toolie out
a n-gga try to touch one of us, we gon’ shoot it out
i just ordered twenty ‘bows, them b-tches en route
chopsticks at my granny crib, them b-tches in the couch
i ain’t gon’ lie, i made 200k punchin’ in and out

[verse 2: sbe mikie]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i made a hundred k punchin’ on that road
i found a l!ck, i came up on some ‘bows, i’m tryna send ’em home
n-ggas still talkin’ ’bout ten thousand, i’m on a different road
we just scored on a pint of red, i’m finna kick a field goal
i’m with gramz, he done brought the coochie scouts, where the hoes at?
forty thousand stuffed in my right pocket, can’t even show that
n-gga chain full of si’s, he should’ve sold that
four-five when i leave the crib, where my pole at?

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
my young n-gga from the projects, he like kodak
i just bought a new glock, i’m tryna catch a new hat
i had a trap on the south side, i’m finna move back
her p-ssy good, i’m finna pay for it, i’m finna buy her cat
oh, you good at shootin’ dice? n-gga, bet a rack
i got a play on four ‘bow, i gotta go to the yak
tryna backdoor me, i’m puttin’ holes in a n-gga back
i made a hundred k off sellin’ weed, i never sold crack
[verse 4: yn jay]
my n-gga broke in cribs, he don’t take money, he only stole flats
every time i buy some wing-dings, i only order flats
b-tch doordashed the bbl’s, she had to order that
old-school cook the eight-ball, brought a quarter back
b-tch walk around with a bookbag, is dora back?
b-tch, you ain’t no bad b-tch, you a f-ckin’ gnat
b-tch, you ain’t no backwood, you a f-ckin’ black
how the f-ck this b-tch smell good but her p-ssy stink?
how you always eatin’ all the food? you on your second plate
how the f-ck you get so high? how you levitate?
how you wanna fight mike tyson but you featherweight?
n-gga got shot tryna hop the fence, jumped over heaven gates
why you take that ho out to eat? you need a better date
the bank ain’t safe, i need a better safe
why you never tryna get no money? is you scared of pape’?
why you don’t wanna fight yn? is you scared of jay?
smokin’ weed, close my eyes, i’m finna meditate
b-tch keep fightin’ in the club, she gettin’ pepper sprayed
b-tch wanna f-ck right now, i said, “you better wait”
b-tch keep on tryna give me coochie, let me see your face
let me see your eyes, let me see your head
i don’t need no steak and chicken, hand me the bread
b-tch always keep her mouth closed, but she got open legs
b-tch gotta twist the top off, she gotta open head
b-tch mouth full of water, she got ocean head
b-tch go crazy on the d-ck, roller coaster head
this b-tch pulled up with some long-ass roller coaster legs

- sbe mikie

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