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Boody
Hip-Hop
Boody was released on February 5, 2021 by College of Hip Hop knowledge L.L.C as a part of the album Cigarettes
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2021
LabelCollege of Hip Hop knowledge L.L.C
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tall Kyle
Tall Kyle
Performer
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Rap
Joey Molina
Joey Molina
Drum Machine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Kyle Billeaudeaux
Songwriter
Joey Molina
Joey Molina
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Por Vida
Por Vida
Producer
Jason “Jsun The Prophesor” Anderson-Ebener
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Dirk nowitzki brown bag a 40 ounce as the sun set
Texas skys spill in my mind and heal my life's mess
Daddy was a rollin stone, and mama was a looker
Daddy fucked with tar and that turnt mommy to a hooker
Them boys from the south fuck with slabs like a butcher
They salty but they lookin real sweet I'm movin sugar
My white tee is flawless
My side piece is gorgeous
My plug got deported
Wake up early feed the horses
Press a perc and paint a portrait
I snorted it at my fortress
Lawn chairs and corn chips
We push buckets ain't no porches
We on buses not the Forbes list
Let Hennessy clean ya organs
The king of sitting on porches
The cookies came from Portland
3:10 to Yuma and I'm Ben Wade
Meditation in the desert with my sensei
Crown vics parked by Chevy's with them big blades
I ashed a million Swisher's on yo bitch face
If I die before I wake, I don't think I will though
I pray the Lord my soul to take and I bet that he still won't
I guess I never really loved myself and now I still don't
Suppose it never matters in the end, and no we' real close
Black tea, tobacco rolled with green, the sun risith
Practice yoga have visions, I unfold like a habiscus
She soak in sun like photosynthesis, she photogenic
She hold my hair and roll her eyes back when I lick it
Brolly talkin brollic
I'll pull out and I'll cock it
Over back ends and deposits
I'm back stage in my pocket
Saki and some chop sticks
A little white like dog shit
Dirty never polished
Smell like cigarettes when I walk in
Seance with peyote
I talk to the dead homies
Searching for myself souley
I exhale DMT slowly
Trip sack for the one time
I'm tryna see what love like
Codeine over crushed ice
Standin on the front line
Bound to the sadness of our former selves
We don't curate the future cuz it forms itself
Gettin high don't fix shit but the numbness help
I tried to stop smokin, bought another pack I guess it's just as well
If I die before I wake, I don't think I will though
I pray the Lord my soul to take and I bet that he still won't
I guess I never really loved myself and now I still don't
Suppose it never matters in the end, and no we' real close
Written by: Joey Molina, Kyle Billeaudeaux
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