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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KARRAHBOOO
KARRAHBOOO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karrah Schuster
Karrah Schuster
Lyrics
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Composer
Dashawn Jackson
Dashawn Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Producer
Childboy
Childboy
Additional Producer

Letra

Big Booo I make bitches and niggas nervous I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go) My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us) I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch Like fuck it, I earned it (oh) I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a nigga, I'll fuck up a sack You know ain't nobody bigger Okay, okay These bitches ain't got home trainin' (damn, damn) If I walk in the house, on the wall, it ain't no painting (ooh) I ain't stayin' (go), chillin' like Cleopatra (mwah) I ain't never gon' make it confusing, I'm always gon' at ya (yeah, yeah) I been waitin' for a bitch to send shots, I'ma send back at her (go) Like a package too big, I'ma put her on the floor and drag her Like fuck is you sayin'? This shit bringin' out laughter (it's Booo) Like fuck 'em, they wasn't a part of my life in the last chapter I'm whippin' a Raptor (zoom) I'm seein' the future like Baxter (uh-huh) I'm out in New York with a dagger (uh-huh) These rap-ass bitches some actors (damn) Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions after Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah) Big Booo I make bitches and niggas nervous I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go) My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us) I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch Like fuck it, I earned it (ooh) I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a nigga, I'll fuck up a sack You know ain't nobody bigger (KB) Okay, okay I'll never smile in the face of a bitch I don't like (yeah) I leave that to y'all (ooh) I mark up her face with my paws (okay) I'm so geeked, I done locked up my jaw (damn) So petite, I'm bon appétit Ten pounds, a whole lot a weed I'm smokin', he suckin' my feet (mm) I just won pretty bitch of the week (damn) Thought I won that shit every week Hah, whippin' that shit on E I'm more player than most of these niggas (for sure) I be paranoid, checkin' my rearview If you rich, I'ma order the menu If you broke, then I- That mean I'm nonexistent (sheesh) Inside of the whip like biscuits (damn) It's brown and tan, like my molly (go) R.I.P. Follies (mm, not the) Not the two (Mwah) It's us 'Crete
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Brandon Mitchell, Deshawn Terry Jackson, Karrah Schuster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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