Lyrics:
wanna throw her uss at me cause I'm the Ousmane like Dembélé
The rasta to my reggae, she said she wanna cook for me cook for me
She the pasta to my penne
it. And I believe that maybe she took me seriously because by the time she was 15, she was already a mom and her life had already begun. So by the time
over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
phone
Tackling my demons
But you know that by now
Chassidic reggae superstar
Tell you all how
Got it on the inside
I don't need to wear it out
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again
lonely lion
On the streets that mans on a
Said she likes the finer things in life yet she don't wanna be by my side
Cut her off, now it's her loss, missed
Boujee Baby
Boujee Baby
Boujee Baby
Boujee Baby
Check it Huh
Yeah you lookin Nice she’s not impressed
She lookin for the Ice all on your neck
She
talking suicide
She the type of girl that wants to be someone else
So she covers all her scars now shes ready for the fight
She the type of girl that will
but she know some
They spread them legs for the money now thats Whole Sum
Add it up what's the time it's bout 4 sum
Hit it left hit it right make em all
my back got scoliosis 'cause I swerve the lane (skrrt)
Heard you signed your life for that brand new chain (I heard)
Think it came with stripes, but
waiting for her to put it on me
And when she did I was sprung like T-Pain my little pea brain
Couldn't see what was plain to see
I was moving aimlessly
I don't know about group number 2
Man, tough
Listen we would like to
We would like to do for you a real pretty song
That was done by a group
So you can lay me down
Pull it out and let me taste right now
I admit she bout her business she ain't a hoe
Shawty got dough
Don't fuck with women
It's 6:10pm on a Friday night
And I live in the middle of nowhere
I'd call the girl I like, but she don't like me no more
So tonight she'll have
wouldn't be accepted was one of my fears
But Fuck You, I been writing for 25 Years
It's a popularity contest and you ninjas suck
Acting like I'm not as good
down, down for a while now
She's a renegade on the loose
Know how I found out
Came right out and said it and told me the truth
Oh, she's impressive,
the realest, she said I'm the realest
Head be genius, dick game be the meanest
I'm like got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even
already know how it's going down
Ticky-tacka if I hold her , surround
What you gonna do for the naira
She gon' make it times two for the pound
Me wake up
with me, now she wanna stay with me,
Guess it's something about a G,
Could be the energy, could be I am a G, and I ain't your enemy
Unless you wanna be,
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
nuttin so I turn down the hip-hop
Window down, reggae hit or somethin
Now hear a little shotty go pow-pow-pow
Brooklyn 90's, that's where I'm
so really it was nothing new (Listen to your heart)
But I'm on a high horse now ‘cause have I really won?
Like was she waiting for me or leading me on?
A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept
Thro' all his future but now hastily caught
His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way.
She when the day, that
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