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chief boola - beebo freestyle lyrics

intro: ([lil gilé] and chief boola)
[greetings, pp season has now commenced… um, school is over, pp season, naamsayin’, we just finished our bio final, pp season naamsayin’, you know, pp vibes]
yaaa-aaaa, yaaa-aaaa,mmmm-aaa, mm-aa bmblmaaa

hook: (chief boola)
bee! bee!
stupid hoe, i dont care ‘bout yo friends (i don’t care ‘bout em)
worried ‘bout the money, worried ‘bout the bands (drrrra)
said she don’t like me, but she in my dm (in my dm)
i might ask her if she got a friend (got any friends?)
stupid hoe, i dont care ‘bout yo friends (i don’t care ‘bout em)
worried ‘bout the money, worried ‘bout the bands (drrrra)
said she don’t like me, but she in my dm (in my dm)
i might ask her if she got a friend (got any friends?)

verse 1: (chief boola)
red juice in my red cup, pour that sh-t up (drinkin’ juice)
knock his -ss out then i tell that boy to get up (get up boy)
i got hi-c, i don’t need to sip on syrup (yeah that’s juice)
i don’t even write the hits that i whip up (that’s a ghostwriter)
shoota, yeah he always keep the toolie tucked (drrrr)
slide down, (bee bee bee bee, ba ba ba) on your block and then we shoot it up (drrrra)
big boola, two macs and i’m booted up (drrrr)
outta sp-ce (yah), outta sp-ce (bee) on jupiter (bee)

hook: (chief boola)
stupid hoe, i dont care ‘bout yo friends (i don’t care ‘bout em)
worried ‘bout the money, worried ‘bout the bands (drrrra)
said she don’t like me, but she in my dm (in my dm)
i might ask her if she got a friend (got any friends?)
stupid hoe, i dont care ‘bout yo friends (i don’t care ‘bout em)
worried ‘bout the money, worried ‘bout the bands (drrrra)
said she don’t like me, but she in my dm (in my dm)
i might ask her if she got a friend (got any friends?)

bridge: (chief boola)
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah

verse 2: (chief boola and [lil gilé])
bee! in the stu, going stupid like a dropout (yeah i’m stupid)
got designer on me every time i pop out (yeah that’s gucci)
got the metal on me every time i hop out (that’s a fat stick)
i don’t ever lose, so i could never cop out (bee bee)
[he talk hot, meet and greet with the chop (bee bee)
cash cash, ten bands when i shop (bands, bands)
you get down with that cap, you gotta stop (freaking capper)
hope you wit’ it, ‘cause this glock got a mop (p-n-s)
chase a bag, can’t be pressed ‘bout a hoe (hoe, hoe)
i don’t gotta do it, ‘cause ant could wipe ya nose (slatt slatt slatt slatt)
could never stress if i rock designer clothes (fendi, fendi)
my pocket eating good, the way this money grow (fat wh-r-)]

outro: (chief boola)
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah
i get the bag, yah yah yah

- chief boola lyrics

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