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a boogie wit da hoodie - headaches lyrics

[verse]
i called you a b+tch and told her forget it
in the club with a motherf+ckin’ stick
it is not an aesthetic
the baguettes [?] part of the [?]
shut out the alley
i’m poppin’ these pills like they tylenol
but they’ll never get rid of the [?] and scale it
i’m ridin’ around with a stallion
my chain bigger than a medallion
my name on her body, she tatted up
forty+one bezel, the bad man, oh
blue faces like my stick
and her ex cannot take it
don’t tell me you lovе it and fake it
that sh+t is irrelevant, just keep it playеr (huh)
told you, “you don’t gotta trade it, you can get the crocodile or the ‘gator”
just hit up girl from the hermès store, tell her, “i’ma see you later”
bought the whole d+mn birk’ off store, now i go to [?] for the flavor
balenciaga your favorite, we can get kanye to make it
this the lifestyle of bronx n+gga from the west side, can’t fake it
i was out there on the concrete jungle, made it out the pavement
momma told me show no love, but do not be a hater
like bron on the lakers, cross it off, i’ma
d+mn
when i pull out my bands
pay two thousand for these chrome hearts pants
jiggle head act dead, n+gga, if you ran, we still slid
me and my dawgs gon’ ride, [?] leave that b+tch on read
’round here n+ggas don’t need, f+ck that cha+cha slide
we just blam, blam, blam
f+ck around and get you blammed
free my broski montana, [?] up out that can
that f&n don’t jam, f+ck around, go through you and your mans
see you when i land, out canada, yeah, i’m the man
yeah (look), yeah, i’m the man
yeah (look), yeah, i’m the man
my momma, she proud of me
her baby a prodigy
and i’m rockin’ prada jeans

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