boofboiicy - runny nose lyrics
[chorus]
i make it get cold in the summer
need a straight jeep or a hummer
n-ggas strapped, they ain’t gettin’ no money
got white hoes like playboy bunnies
get off of me, i ain’t no dummy
that dope good, got her nose runny
n-ggas mad, count a whole hunned
they gon’ hate but i’m still thumbin’
watch your back, this sh-t get real
got a ar full of f-ckin’ lead
got all the dope right in the shed
got a couple beams aimed at your head
she do what i say like simon says
catchin’ plays, yeah, on demand
[verse 1]
i know these n-ggas, they not wit’ it
really ain’t worried, you know i ain’t trippin’
get baptized trying to catch me slip
fly high, get him out this b-tch
mama gon’ cry, f-ck that b-tch
posted at the spot, yeah, i’m trying to get rich
i got two thots, call ’em twins
they just wanna f-ck on my best friend
gettin’ this cash, that’s all, that’s it
g-wagen, knock off the doors
n-ggas act hard but he writin’ a statement
put a check on his head, get him gone today
i gotta move, stay out my way
you do you, stay in your lane
smokin’ on gas, yeah, this propane
all that cash just comin’ my way
still at the spot, trying to break the bank
i get money like what did you think?
yeah, they might act, don’t worry ’bout me
all these n-ggas trying to get like me
i’m gettin’ that bag that you not gon’ see
why these little n-ggas worried ’bout me?
come get taxed, sh-t ain’t free
[chorus]
i make it get cold in the summer
need a straight jeep or a hummer
n-ggas strapped, they ain’t gettin’ no money
got white hoes like playboy bunnies
get off of me, i ain’t no dummy
that dope good, got her nose runny
n-ggas mad, count a whole hunned
they gon’ hate but i’m still thumbin’
watch your back, this sh-t get real
got a ar full of f-ckin’ lead
got all the dope right in the shed
got a couple beams aimed at your head
she do what i say like simon says
catchin’ plays, yeah, on demand
[verse 2]
yeah, let’s go, let’s hit the road
i need that backend ‘fore that show
i can’t kick it wit’ these hoes
money all i care about
please don’t ask me ’bout my whereabouts
got them racks in the shoebox
i got two thots, that’s two glocks
racks stuck to me like glue
little b-tch, better get a clue
don’t get blasted, i could aim it at you
came wit’ that dope, you ain’t got no gas
in that tesla off that drank
swervin’ but i’m still in my lane
i’m just trying to maintain
gotta stick to the code, can’t sh-t change
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