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boss beezy - ferrari & party lyrics

[produced by tbe on da track]

[intro]
woop!

[chorus]
pull up to the party, hop out a ‘rari, i’m on them drug, drug, drugs (skrrr-t)
the ladies, they love me, like my demeanor, they show me love, love, love
i might her a beamer, in a two-seater, we hit the club, club, club
why she move like a diva?, smoking sativa, i got the bud, bud, bud
i might hop out a ‘rari (hop out a ‘rari), i’m on them drug, drug, drugs
they love my demeanor (love my demeanor), they show me love, love, love
i might buy her a beamer (buy her a beamer), we hit the club, club, club
she move like a diva (move like a diva), i got the bud, bud, bud

[verse 1]
i’m on the grind, ho, i’ve been in jail like too many times (too many times)
too many times, i think about k!llin’ sh-t, murder my mind (murder my mind)
i was stuck in the trap, i got my -ss, yeah, i had to grind (i had to grind)
i got a mac and i took a strap with my lil’ .9 (bang)
we were stuck in the hood, seen n-gg-s get hit up like too many times (too many times)
i ain’t never say nothin’, i’m askin’ my lawyer like all of the time (shhh)
i remember the times, i had to do time, but it wasn’t mine (it wasn’t mine)
guess who come in the streets in order to shine, i gotta get mine
yeah, my n-gg-s gon’ slide (slide), right on the late night tip
even if i was down (if i was down), you couldn’t take my b-tch
n-gg-s listen, my music, back in the day, these n-gg-s ain’t play my sh-t
i pull up to the jeweler just for some ice, ’cause i had to fleg my wrist

[verse 2]
i remember the shootout, i had a .40, he had a .9 (he had a .9)
po’ fo’ in a fanta, i’m in atlanta, coolin’ with slimes (coolin’ with slimes)
i always roll with a shooter, hit ya’ madula and do the time
got a tec with a ruler, mac with a cooler, shoot at ya’ spine (bang, bang)
gotta keep me a weapon, my n-gg-s be steppin’, a whole lot of irons (a whole lot of irons, d-mn)
i be ridin’ and smokin’, the feds pulled me over and gave me a fine (shhh)
i might hit from behind, but that b-tch ain’t mine, ’cause she not a dime
i might f-ck with her mind, they next thing you know, i’m f-ckin’ her mom’s (f-ckin’ her mom’s)
all this water might drown (drown), he tried to take my sh-t
got a-hun’nit, some rounds (hun’nit, some rounds), right in a ak clip
n-gg-s talk by computers, see me in public, n-gg-s, they ain’t said sh-t
all my diamonds is cooler, chasin’ the mula, not on no play-play sh-t

- boss beezy lyrics

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