Correction Lyrics A Boogie by Krimelife Ca$$

Featuring(s) : ABG Neal

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Lyrics

[ABG Neal]
(Rayden)
Ayy
This ain't A Boogie, nigga

[ABG Neal & Krimelife Ca$$]
This ain't A Boogie in that hoodie, this the reaper
Stuck up in the deep, and the water gettin' deeper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up with my strap, uh, I'm my brother's keeper
Yeah, I keep a strap, in the field like Derek Jeter
This ain't A Boogie, in that hoodie when I'm creepin' (When I'm what?)
Tryna cross me, bitch, you buggin', I'm a demon
I was down bad, I was broke, I was schemin' (Huh, huh?)
On the corner, servin' everybody fiendin' (Krimelife)

[Krimelife Ca$$]
On the corner, servin' everybody fiendin' (Servin' everybody)
A couple drugs, but I got it if they need it (I bet I got it)
I keep a pole, I might just bust it for no reason
Yeah, and bitch, I keep that heater every season (Every season, yeah)
That deuce deuce, I used to tuck it in my sneakers (Yeah, it's in my sneakers)
Bitch, I'm a demon, fuck the church and fuck a preacher (Fuck 'em)
She suck my dick, the only thing I give is semen (And she eat it up, yeah)
She top me off and then I skrrt off in the Beemer (I'm skrrtin' off, skrrt)
I be servin' on the block, you probably sleepin', yeah (Why you sleepin'?)
I got the drop, I got a Glock, I'm probably schemin', yeah (I'm probably schemin', yeah)
I let it flock, I hit his top and he not breathin', yeah (He not breathin')
The body drop and then I leave him where he leakin', yeah (Where he leakin', yeah)

[ABG Neal]
This ain't A Boogie in that hoodie, this the reaper
Stuck up in the deep, and the water gettin' deeper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up with my strap, uh, I'm my brother's keeper
Yeah, I keep a strap, in the field like Derek Jeter
This ain't A Boogie, in that hoodie when I'm creepin' (When I'm what?)
Tryna cross me, bitch, you buggin', I'm a demon
I was down bad, I was broke, I was schemin'
On the corner, servin' everybody fiendin'

[ABG Neal]
Uh, say she wanna fuck, pull my gummy out (Pull my gummy out, what?)
All the strippers flock when the money out (They be flockin' on it, yeah)
I just made it hot like it's sunny out (I made it hot, yeah)
Ask me where I'm goin', took the money route (Took the money route)
I be crackin' cards, kick some works 'til your legs break ('Til your legs break)
This dope, I gotta make your head shake (Bitch)
Bitch, we ain't workin' out, you dead weight
But first, I gotta fuck you 'til the bed break ('Til the bed break)
Only nigga checkin' me, security (Is security)
You lyin' if you said you never heard of me (Bitch, you cappin', nigga)
His bitch a thot, so he wanna murder me (Wanna murder me)
Went to jail for assault and a burglary (Beat his ass)
Scalpel cut him up like it's surgery (Cut him up, cut him up)
Nigga, take that on the high

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