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L Boogz

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  • Original spelling: English
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  • Duration: 02:39
English
Gone for a minute
Maybe shoulda took five
But my dog gotta eat
And my daughter getting bigger
And my lady posted up
Waiting for me to deliver
Ah
When I get my shot
Yeah I promise imma tear up
Not results of gas
Or funeral had
Talking ripping through the opps
Like stutter love letters
Oh P PS
You don't get it
Listen better
Mindfuck lyrics
On a club type beat
Same Cosby
Different sweater
I can't fucking let up
One man band
Promise no one does it better
Pen like beretta
She f*ck me if I let her
Not the physical
Financial
Dollar euro vandal
Straight up
I can give a f*ck what your man do
I ball like a giant
And rap like the damn truth
Pierce nah
These bars let off like Bird do
My apologies if I was young
And I curved you
If you need a fix
Hit me up if I served you
But if you doubted
I don't wanna hear about it
Brooklyn stand up
Hope I made you prouder
For the upper nine one four
Damned right you owe me flowers
For the ones down south
You know I hold it down
Whole damn county
Love when I come around
Been damn near everywhere
Baby pick a town
Then make that licking sound
That'll make the blicky blaw

Visuals clear may I ask
Where the rhymes at
Smoke to ya face
Nigga how is that for contact
Maybe on God
Remember what I told y'all
Rappers nowadays
Nothing more than porn stars

Visuals clear
May I ask
Where the rhymes at
Smoke to ya face
Nigga how is that for contact
Maybe on God
Remember what I told y'all
Rappers nowadays
Nothing more than porn stars

Stick it in
She lights up
How is that for plug talk
My foot in they ass
Came up out the mud walk
Never sold a gram
Never got up in a Lamb
Never wrote about it either
Yet somehow it's my fault
Oh well
My nuts hang like coattails
This for the AAU trips in the motel
When I tried to holla
And it didn't go so well
Eat me haters
Digest my cadence
Do what you will
I am not your Jada
Entangle with me
Get mangled for free
Pick a table I don't care
If it's red then it's coming from ya head
Spleen guts it's dead
Hey

Visuals clear
May I ask
Where the rhymes at
Smoke to ya face
Nigga how is that for contact
Maybe on God
Remember what I told y'all
Rappers nowadays
Nothing more than porn stars

Visuals clear
May I ask
Where the rhymes at
Smoke to ya face
Nigga how is that for contact
Maybe on God
Remember what i told y'all
Rappers nowadays
Nothing more than porn stars
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Written by: Laurence Ekperigin

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