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on the beat, I'm the artist
Fire in the boot, yeah, I slaughter
Hey, have you ever looked in a nigga's eyes
You can feel the vibe, you can tell that he bitch

about me to them
Cuz I know they won't say that to us
And I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty
Man I'm lacing my boots right up
I'm with a freaky bitch

boots, foot cronos, walking the yard
With Dolce & Gabbana dreams working off a vanilla card
Paying for champagne parties, and they blah
Fuck, I had that

yeah it's stuck in my head
Putting on my boots
Looking out my window
I'm watching raindrops falling off the roof
I'm not a beggar for the paths I'm

Nice shoes, nice loafs Nice boots, nice soles
Nice cleats, nice sneaks Nice tongues, it's ice cold
Nice shoes, nice loafs Nice boots, nice soles
Nice

I'm just talking about yellow born 
Yellow born born born 
Yellow born 

Boots are so big, with a round shape 
They are lookes so smart 
Yellow born

don't give no fccvs 
We'll boot you with no tire
Hose you down 
You ain't fire 
Keep a clock 
We got the time 
Pistol tucked !
You know he keep that fire

A-v-i?
What is Adeuxla?
My bro told me, "you not a real guy,
The way you be moving, boy you a computer"
And CD like an AI
That's why we about to boot up

giver the boot just like I'm Derek Jeter
Cut a nigga out the money, play it, change his whole demeanor
We can have the block sweatin' in the coldest

giver the boot just like I'm Derek Jeter
Cut a nigga out the money, play it, change his whole demeanor
We can have the block sweatin' in the coldest

I can't fuck with new friends, there's a snake inside the group
Just like my name Woody, there's an eighth inside my boot
I told her suck the team

to say we work hard in America
We work hard in America
Never forget my roots
Louisiana I'm from that boot
Grew up down the bayou
I later moved to Baton

You don't want me to get over you
You just think I'm toxic
You think I'm trying control you
When we boot up off that roxy
you take my whole soul with

grandpa's pearl handle
I want a cowboy
I want a cowboy
Oooh oooh oooh
I can see you feel you
Oooh oooh oooh
Get your boots on get me
Oooh oooh oooh
I can see

small
A men's boot size 11, but the imprint was uneven
Something wasn't adding up at all
What if someone short and light
Had borrowed hiking boots that

wicked cuz she bad as hell
Those straps on her boots be fitted well
Score her like a touchdown like odele
She light and sweet like caramel
Ah haaah
Like in

place
There's plenty of room, you'll be cosy and safe
But don't be fooled by my resting bitch face
You can fill up your boots with disgust and disgrace
In

Twenty two, new hairdo
Brand new outfit, new shiny boots
Bags all packed, onward bound
Goodbye mother, hello boots on the ground

No One gives a damn

on the curb, boot stomping, make his head bonk

Hate everyone, why you talking to me
Don't hit my phone, you way below me
Remember that time when I kicked in

Surprise Surprise I did another thing. Shocker. Knee slapper boot knocker Lucky me. cs if it wasn't meant to be and I hadn't Saw it all coming 

Good

the man in a  black Leather suit
As the boot came down
Swooped my rear end, salutes
There was death of a man's dream and Birth of a new truth

And here we

Betrachte meine Reflexion im Wasser unter mir
Auf dem See aus Emotionen in ´nem kleinen Boot aus Papier
Ich sehe wie ein kleiner Strudel entsteht
Und

I'm in my white tee bitch, I feel like Lil Tracy
When I'm in my Alyx jacket bitch I feel like Yung Jerry
When I boot up off the acid I see faces they

One, two, two, two
And "Tommy's just a friend"
With big black boots and facial hair
I know he's just your type
He holds good talk, he holds you tight