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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Dark King [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Reid Taylor
Reid Taylor
Songwriter
Sebastian Lopez
Sebastian Lopez
Songwriter
Troy Wall
Troy Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reid Taylor
Reid Taylor
Producer
Sebastian Lopez
Sebastian Lopez
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
AJ Ruined My Record
AJ Ruined My Record
Mixing Engineer
Yachti
Yachti
Producer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Reid, run it back) Fuckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way Mmm, yeah Pray for me, mama Listen, I don't wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body I don't need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me 'cause I don't want bro catchin' bodies I'm in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic If Nun got it on him, you know he gon' pop it, Dubai got it on him, you know he gon' pop it And black tips, blue tips, R.I.P.s, even .308s in the choppa Lotta niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama Me, and V12, and Montana was runnin' the streets, and we ain't even believe in the karma I wouldn't be tuckin' the grip in the car tires if the fuckin' police wasn't on us And I'm unbreakable, nothin' but glass on my wrist, turn into Split when I wanna Turn to a beast when I wanna, turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna You don't wanna be Alpo, you don't wanna be Guapo in these streets, you don't wanna Gotta be fly as hell, man, free YSL and don't go talk about shit you seen Free that boy Slime out the cell, brodie be movin' like Jimmy, and I'm like Sheen It's so hard to tell, the nigga that might just sell might be in your team Like Vince Carter, yeah, I've been ballin' so damn long, yeah Shows in Toronto, all my bros gettin' booed at parties, yeah Smokin', drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, floatin', lookin' out, I need to ride the boat Off the, I've been off the, look, off the, I've been off the, mm I've been up a couple of days, I've been workin' so hard and I told her I feel like a zombie If I take your soul, and then you take my soul away, baby, then fuck it, we both Illuminati And my heart was broke when I met you, manipulative ways, you was just tryna line me And I was so broke when I met you, in Nike Techer days, got 'em off of the swipes Niggas ain't never outside and you know that my revenue always be pilin' (pilin') I just might be fuckin' they bitch, so whatever they be say don't be havin' me bothered (bothered) I like when she stand on her feet, when she ride it and drop it like Megan Thee Stallion Cameras on me, I got money on me and my hoodie on, that's how you know I'm on timin' The fuck I look like havin' smoke with a rapper? I told you-you niggas is nothin' but actors Black-matted the whip and I bust down the Patek, your bitch is a groupie, I got her on camera Just know that we never be lackin', even though my mama told me, "Don't you never say never" Whoever said the money can't buy a nigga no happiness lied, I feel better than ever Fuckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way Take another pole 'cause I'm prayin' to God that the devil don't take me away I wasn't that fly in school, mama love, it only gave me like five dollars a week Don't push me, I ain't no killer, but, my nigga, stay away 'cause Listen, I don't wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body I don't need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me 'cause I don't want bro catchin' bodies (woo) I'm in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic If Nun got it on him, you know he gon' pop it, Dubai got it on him, you know he gon' pop it And black tips, blue tips, R.I.P.s, even .308s in the choppa Lotta niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama Me, and V12, and Montana was runnin' the streets, and we ain't believe in the karma I wouldn't be tuckin' the grip in the car tires if the fuckin' police wasn't on us Nothin' but glass on my, turn to a beast when I wanna Turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna You don't wanna be Guapo in these streets, you don't wanna
Writer(s): Artist Julius Dubose, Sebastian Lopez, Reid Taylor, Troy Wall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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