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Boascoota
Boascoota
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Franklin Davis
Franklin Davis
Composer

歌詞

Say it's my time Say I'm gonna shine Boa Ahp I'm poppin my shit That boy sweet put ass on a lick Walk around with that fye on my hip Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wig Came str8 from the bottom no Kidd I just dealt a whole pain for this shit Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch No hands had to take me a risk I just came in the game with the big homie I'm a man of my word ain't no cap on me Under oath I bet I'll lie homie Ian a killer but you better not try nun Ik a few scammer that will swipe some In her stomach she thought I wan bout nun Ima stand on my word when I talk some Ian seen it or dealt it Ian gone speak on it Switch up these lanes Gotta keep going hard To the fullest He a lil boy tryna act like a bully She a lil hotty Tryna get next to her Run up the profit And store it like food I'm a mission I never lose focus He on a hype I'm never gone show out She got a dream tryna invest in her product Living my dream an pray for tomorrow Run a bag for the summer Get the money and Store it for winter Me and the gang ride round in a sprinter All black tint type shit you can't see out A nigga try me whole gang gone see bout ya Straight to the top hope the bottom done creep on me Running through problems like Ian got no standard Never in the mix try to keep to myself I'm poppin my shit That boy sweet out ass on a lick Walk around with that fye you on my hip Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wigs Came str8 from the bottom no Kidd I just dealt a whole pain for this shit Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch No hands had to take me a risk Ya ya I'm back on another Doing this shit with no problem Fuck the pandemic Tryna get me some commas Didn't have shit Had to grind from the bottom I ran it up put on for my Patnas Ain't talking money get the fuck from around Tryna blow up like I'm made from osama Running through bags like I working at Walmart The tip come with green but they ain't come from target Tryna dodge all the fakers And run up this paper Shawty a 9 I'm the 1 that gone save her My bitch want a jeep time to wrangle the paper Humble young nigga show love to my haters King of my city real known in my area AHead of the game like the #1 player Savage up in her she got 21 flavors Want a big house that come with some acres Im on my shit Straight to the top Still Hoping and wishing Keep taking shot Had to curry my wrist 1 of a kind it ain't nothing like this Ima keep scoring just hope I don't miss Back of back had to take me some risk Never gone stop gotta keep dropping hits Down on my ass still pray I get rich Knowing I'm never gone quit I'm poppin my shit That boy sweet out ass on a lick Walk around with that fye you on my hip Switching lanes tryna dodge all the wigs Came straight from the bottom no Kidd I just dealt a whole pain for this shit Tryna flood the whole gang in this bitch No hands had to take me a risk
Writer(s): Franklin Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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