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puffy l'z - boring lyrics

[intro]
it’s that e70 pride sh-t
yeah, uh
yeah, pride forever

[chorus]
you ain’t gotta tell me, baby, show it to me (huh)
let’s go get this money, you can blow it with me (gang)
i don’t want no b-tch unless you loyal to me (ah)
just know if she get it, then it’s goin’ to me (what you thought?)
i can’t shop at malls ’cause they boring to me (nah)
never went to cl-ss, it was boring to me (nah)
i can’t chase no p-ssy ’cause it’s thrown to me (ah)
you know if she get it, then it’s goin’ to me (yeah)

[verse 1]
we shut down the city, got my n-ggas with me (got my n-ggas with me)
couple gold bars, couple b-tches with me (bling)
it took a while ’til it really hit me (’til it really hit me)
n-ggas movin’ funny, gotta keep ’em with me (yeah)
and we’ll talk for no long talk, we got guap (we got guap)
n-ggas actin’ like tough guys, the shots pop
n-gga, you came to the wrong block (to the wrong block)
i’ll f-ck around and make your block hot (brr)
i don’t f-ck with no broke b-tch, she hopeless (hopeless)
gettin’ money, i’m focused, you know this (you know this)
hoochie down to the toe, b-tch, you know this (you know this)
n-ggas pillow talkin’, on some ho sh-t (on some ho sh-t)
prayin’ on my downfall, they be hopin’ (they be hopin’)
catch me on old strip, i’m posted (on the gang)
i ain’t takin’ no sh-t from no b-tch (from no b-tch)
she already know what her role is (ha)

[verse 2]
you shoulda seen the face she made when she seen it (ah)
all this paper lay around, you think i don’t need it (uh)
every f-ckin’ night, steaks is all i’m ever eatin’ (uh)
came a long way from bein’ a low n-gga with no meanin’
ah
i’m cuffin’ dough when it’s cuffin’ season
sandro to the toe for no f-ckin’ reason
uh, i get to choose between jesus pieces (yeah)
(gettin’ money while i’m sleepin’ on you n-ggas)
keepin’ to myself like i don’t know n0body
n-gga, i don’t owe n0body (uh)
she ain’t tryna see me, heard about my new ho probably
tryna call me, trippin’, but i’m actin’ like my phone choppy (woo)
these days, there’s more funny guys than money guys (money guys)
you see the way i have it, i don’t gotta lie (i don’t gotta lie)
if he ate with us, then she don’t got the time (uh)
follow your b-tches odds, i ain’t hard to find

[verse 3]
i don’t chase no p-ssy, chicks be runnin’ to me
i get this money, let my young n-gga thumb it for me (thumb it)
don’t show it to me ‘cause he just score for me (score for me)
your main chick f-ckin’ with me, she gon’ hold it for me (hold that)
the streets watch, we been hot, we gets guap (cash)
broke n-ggas talkin’ on wi-fi and hotspots (no data)
i f-ck around and make your block hot (shh)
shot clock, 24 seconds, no stopwatch (huh)
i can’t f-ck with that chick unless you boring
drop my tape, got my real n-ggas tourin’
stack all night, break break in the mornings
you know the motive
take a pic with your chick, i won’t post it (nah)
you know n-ggas be the things some ho sh-t
over by moon, n-ggas on that old sh-t
if i can’t bag shawty, smokey gon’ throw it (you know this)

[chorus]
you ain’t gotta tell me, baby, show it to me
let’s go get this money, you can blow it with me
i don’t want no b-tch unless you loyal to me
just know if she get it, then it’s goin’ to me
i can’t shop at malls ’cause they boring to me
never went to cl-ss, it was boring to me
i can’t chase no p-ssy ’cause it’s thrown to me
you know if she get it, then it’s goin’ to me

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