Standards
Boh Brudda
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Oouuweee Woooee yeah Oouuweee Woooee yeah What What Yeah Boh Bruddas What What Yeah Yeah Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me Broke nigga you can do that That junk couldnt be me I gotta chase me a bag Something you might just need Money bag guapo cheese All the same thing to me Designer designer head to feet Name a nigga fresher than me You want havoc bitch im using explosing Pull up shooting just like im derozan Headshot quick no emotion Keep heat so you know imma toaster Free smoke out for promotion Get dead then you might get demoted I can buy it so i know i dont owe it If she your girl tell me why she on me If she's yours tell me why do she need me Imma smash then you know im leaving Trap house so you know you cant see Imma dog so you know you cant be Imma dog send me to the vet Im the best put me to test Lots of money with a wiser head Want beef so you know we got lead Got guap no checking im flexing I bet im messy to my ex bitch Diamonds on my neckless cuz im careless Decide to tuck on my chain you leaving headless yeahh Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me Ugh you a hater that just bad Gucci bag to be exact Couple hundreds on my ass Boh brudda gon spazz Thats why these nigga they hate me But yo baby mama love me Imma hit her then i pass her Boh brudda gon smash her Then you can have her I hit the gas on her Boh brudda dont want her You can really leave me lone Boh brudda want a boner I go to yeah the lot Buy me a new drop Boh brudda yeah hot Thats why these niggas they mad Is you mad yeah not And im here yeah to flex And i am finna flex on em Hell yeah yeah im next homie Choppa yeah to your neck homie And this bit here make you sweat Yeah just like keith sweat Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me Trip over a bitch you can have here Cuz she is not up on my standards You niggas might need a ladder Cuz you're not up on my level Remember them days i ain have nothing They wasnt even stand me Now that i rock designer They cant help but to hate me
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Written by: Crishun Simmons, Jerdavion Golden
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