Testo Shoot Me - BoofPaxkMooky

Testo della canzone Shoot Me (BoofPaxkMooky), tratta dall'album Shoot Me

(Dowin) huh, huh, huh, huh?
Better not catch your ass, better not catch your ass like it
Better not catch your ass packing
He said he was up in his ass capping
Real weight, I'm moving heavy
Up my file, let him have it
Cut down the road, we're not fucking having it
We in a pair, we not compatible
Service ass, just like my daddy
Nervous ass, sound like he in the bathroom
I'm getting nervous, I came to the bathroom
I'm getting nervous, it's fun, I really do got to
I be flaming shit, little bro hot too
I'ma pick up a phone when I got to
Who he calling for, nigga, not you
I hit your blunt, it say hot too
Of course nobody excuse me
I don't want to sit with your team, ho
Group field over groupies
I ain't got hos, nigga, I'm swooping
It's fun, so dangerous, niggas shooting
Hey, nigga, I'm a goonie
You can catch my ass in the boonies
I don't expect you to say nothing to me
I'ma expect him to act like a groupie
Nigga, I'm smoking, I gave him a two-piece
I got good reps, I'm the back burner
Swear to God, I got good Percs, bitch, yo' back hurting
And I'm hot, I'm just good, homie, bitch, yo' legs workin'
The feds call me, but my man's locked, I got caught on purpose
Whatever my brother did, you gon' have to check me first
Cena's at the fucking show, outside, he was nervous
Bro done fucked off with your hos, he was insecure
Back in line with all of my hos, I got insecure
I can't fall for all this rap shit, I'm just giving word
Giving word
Niggas hate, but I can't do the same, it really hurts
Every day, man, I get off the gas and leave the earth
Made the news on front page like, boy, you read it first
I can't, I can't make it up
Stance made, I ate me up, still gotta make it, bruh
Hold on, wake up, bruh
Mercedes got my savings up
Nice as hell, we let him eat with us, but he can't stay with us
YS said we ain't no snitches, bruh, we just some sneaky thugs
Hot as hell, I'm standing in the heat, I thought it's sizzling up
Young nigga ain't got no hustle, man, get your business up
So my man down bad, I can't even pick him up
Work, work, work, then I go and buy expensive stuff
Twerk, twerk, twerk, she keep going, you gotta get me up



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Writer(s): Devokeyous Hamilton, Dillian Toole
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