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lamar shima - boyyy lyrics

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(chorus)
bad boy (bad boy) new shoes (new shoes)
xo (xo) two cups (yes sir)
balenciaga’s on my feet, lambo i’m pulling out with the freaks (yh)

bad boy (bad boy) new shoes (new shoes)
red bottoms can’t touch this (no)
offset like quarter migos, try to run your mouth i bring the choppa out (yh)

free smoke (free smoke) free smoke (free smoke)
uzi vertical let the thing smoke ( rwwah)
old school bad and boujee, what b-tch wouldn’t choose me n-gga for real

oh god this sh-t to wavy god dammn
when i pull out the dab better catch a cab or your baby mama might lose her dad

suicide doors up
diamonds on wrist men i’m froze up
too many cups all dosed up
late show but i gotta post up(post)

abj afe talking about the places i rep yeah
finesse the plug on a daily
ya’ll n-ggas need to start to pay me

verse 1
ya’ll n-ggas need to start to pay me
fake b-tches stop to call me baby
i been planting bombs on a low
time watch the f-cking rap game blow

i’m fly to death so you should call me dana
don’t tell tekno but i f-cked samantha
don’t tell wiz kid but i f-cked caro
fresh out the zoo i’m an animal

i’m an animal i’m an animal,lyrical terrorist yes am a radical, i am the sh-t and you n-ggas you know it tho, yh i been way lit before so and so

and you n-ggas you know it tho (know it tho)
and you n-ggas you with it tho ( with it tho)
and you n-ggas you love it yo (love it yo)

(yeh yeh)

men i’m anti-social
an ill tight local
my flows k!lled the internet that’s the only reason i ain’t global
spazz on the mic make n-ggas hit they mobiles
you verses me is an error boy i told you
please don’t come here with that bullsh-t
i don’t do miracles
i can’t teach a p-ssy how to grow a d-ck
can’t make your sh-t the sh-t
you understand me bro?

sorry but theres nothing i can do
thanks to ya’ll that doubted me in school
that was energy for me too feed on
now my songs the one they put repeat on
now my d-cks the one the b-tches lean on
im the one they wanna go to prom with
im the one you wan record a song with
im the the one you wanna hit a bong with
(d-mn)

(chorus)
bad boy (bad boy) new shoes (new shoes)
xo (xo) two cups (yes sir)
balenciaga’s on my feet, lambo i’m pulling out with the freaks (yh)

bad boy (bad boy) new shoes (new shoes)
red bottoms can’t touch this (no)
offset like quarter migos, try to run your mouth i bring the choppa out (yh)

free smoke (free smoke) free smoke (free smoke)
uzi vertical let the thing smoke ( rwwah)
old school bad and boujee, what b-tch wouldn’t choose me n-gga for real

oh god this sh-t to wavy god dammn
when i pull out the dab better catch a cab or your baby mama might lose her dad

suicide doors up
diamonds on my wrist men i’m froze up
too many cups all dosed up
late show but i gotta post up(brrrh)

abj afe talking about the places i rep yeah
finesse the plug on a daily
ya’ll n-ggas need to start to pay me

- lamar shima lyrics

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