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lil yachty feat. ugly god - boom! lyrics

30, you a fool for this one (hol’ up)
mhm
i finally realized why you n-gg-s hatin’

n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no money, man
’cause when you ain’t gettin’ no money, you know what i’m sayin’
you know what i’m sayin’, stressed out, you know what i’m sayin’
stressed out when you gettin’ no money
real stresses over here, n-gg-s is stressed for real
yup, aye, yup, aye, yup, aye
yup, yup, yup, yup
yup, yup, yup, yup
yup, yup, yup, yup
yup, yup, yup, yup

and that lil’ car, it go fast (fast)
and that lil’ car, it go zoom (zoom)
that lil’ b-tch got a fat -ss, (-ss)
took that lil’ b-tch to the room (whoo)
my n-gg-s walked in with sticks (sticks),
my n-gg-s walked in with all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
boom! boom!
boom! boom! (d-mn)
boom! boom!
boom! boom! (grr)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout your clique, uh
y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch, uh
give her the d-ck, then i zoom (skrr)

i’m like whoops (huh)
i might pull off in a coupe (huh)
n-gg- better not talk about my chain
blow that b-tch up like a nuke (huh)
i do this sh-t for my momma,
my momma told me don’t forget about my roots (huh)
i’m just counting my commas,
talk down i’mma stomp that boy outta my boots (huh)
hop in the whip, and go vroom
n-gg- talk down i go boom
i won’t even break a sweat
i’ma just call up my goons
get yo’ -ss gone for the low
my shooters gon’ ride to the moon
then i’mma f-ck on ya ho
take that b-tch back to the room (aye)
i’ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name
i don’t miss shots, but my choppa got aim
old money, but i don’t walk with a cane
vvs diamonds, just talk to my chain
y’all [?] again, i got the frame
f-ck my old whip, had to cop me a range
she don’t f-ck with me right now, but as soon as i drive
guarantee she gon’ fly for the fame

and that lil’ car, it go fast (fast)
and that lil’ car, it go zoom (zoom)
that lil’ b-tch got a fat -ss (-ss), took that lil’ b-tch to the room (whoo)
my n-gg-s walked in with sticks (sticks),
my n-gg-s walked in with brooms (brooms)
try to take one of my chains (chains),
all you gon’ hear is a boom
boom! boom!
boom! boom! (d-mn)
boom! boom!
boom! boom! (grr)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout your clique, uh
y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch, uh
give her the d-ck, then i zoom (skrr)

droppin’ row (ooh, ooh)
death row (ooh)
i bought this country for twenty
gave her that d-ck, now she love me (ooh)
gave her that d-ck, now she love me
lean in the gl-ss, like it’s bubbly (huh)
these n-gg-s hate that i’m rich
these n-gg-s hate on my b-tch (f-ck it)
f-ck with that f-ck up (d-mn)
f-ck, then i dip, ’cause she stuck up (ooh)
cryin’ hands up like a sticker (yeah)
hit the flicka da wrist, huh
bank on lemony snicket (ooh)
ice on my neck, cost a ticket (ooh)
your career rocky like ridges (ooh)
test me, you gon’ need some st-tches
that goes for any of you b-tches (lil boat)
chopsticks (ooh)
n-gg-, get beat up in the moshpits (yeah)
leave a n-gg- lumpy, like cheese grits (yeah)
d-ck ’bout long as 4 fish sticks (ooh)
middle finger to a cop
racist pig that can suck on my c-ck
big rocks all inside of my watch
that’s not a rolex, my n-gg- that’s swatch

and that lil’ car, it go fast (yeah)
and that lil’ car, it go zoom (skrr)
that lil’ b-tch got a fat -ss (-ss),
took that lil’ b-tch to the room (skr)
my n-gg-s walked in with sticks (sticks)
my n-gg-s walked in with brooms (skrr)
try to take one of my chains, all you gon’ hear is a boom
boom! boom!
boom! boom!
boom! boom!
boom! boom!
don’t give a f-ck ’bout your clique, uh (skrr)
y’all can get hit with the boom (skrr)
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch (skrr)
give her the d-ck, then i zoom (skrr)

skrr, skrr, skrr
skrr, skrr

- lil yachty feat ugly god lyrics

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