CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Blair Witch
BOOGER
I got four sticks
Like Blair Witch with INF-beams and hair pins
I was up in your chick
I f**ked up her soul, in
In 'em like Christ in that track that be really hangin'
And I keep two sticks on my back and I really bang 'em
One slip on his mans
And a two-bar on his cap
And 8-ball in her drawers, (AYE)
All in the crack of her ass
(?) to mend my enemies all (?)
Cause I shot him off in the leg
Then scoot over and then work the streets
He a "J" not a "G"
He sniff, he don't work for me
We shoot moves on these streets
He go vegan when we meet
Flint town b*t*h
My sisters really hookers so you tell mе that you f**ked 'em
Boy you prolly paid to do it
(Pause)
Ridе'n round in that creature
Hear the bass growlin'
It'll eat-cha
Do you need a receipt, bruh?
I left blood in these streets, bruh
Snapin' really snapin'
I've been givein' boys the clappin'
Cause they homos and they nose been sniffin' all up in my packin'
And my last load I rapped those in dryer sheets and drove
When I cut the seal open it was good ass smellin' dope
Mama says I have no hope
Back when I was sellin' soap
Your boy still try and take a knee and treat me like a po'
And I'm recordin' right now while facetimein' my b*t*h
And she's so f**kin' fine that I'll prolly eat her sh*t
He asked how much for a feature
I'll make a feature on your mamacita
You a pu**y hole I can't eat ya
But I'll hit ya ass 'till you bleed, bruh
(?) a dime
My brother broke
I'm fine
My little dope house use to have a line
Half my whole city know I ain't lyin'
I ain't got a watch
Cause I ain't got the time
I ain't see a thot
Cause it ain't one of mine
I don't shoot up top
Make sure that he's dyin
Bullets all rip through your heart and your spine
Ride'n round in that old school
Cause I'm old fool
That's so cool
And you wanna get down
Imma show you the way:
SHORT DRAKES, LONG K
And I saw a chick stuff 18 zips
Yeah, right through the hoe
Yeah, right through the lips
Yeah, started feelin' funny
I been robbin' ever since
Yeah, then I realized I fell in love with that b*t*h
b*t*h on my line she chirpin'
Nextel of my man just chirped me
Click-click-pop
Everybody get nervous
Gon' lift your skirt b*t*h
This is gon' hurt b*t*h
I got four sticks
Like Blair Witch with INF-beams and hair pins
I was up in your chick
I f**ked up her soul, in
In 'em like Christ in that track that be really hangin'
And I keep two sticks on my back and I really bang 'em
One slip on his mans
And a two-bar on his cap
And 8-ball in her drawers, (AYE)
All in the crack of her ass
(?) to mend my enemies all (?)
Cause I shot him off in the leg
Then scoot over and then work the streets
He a "J" not a "G"
He sniff, he don't work for me
We shoot moves on these streets
He go vegan when we meet
Flint town b*t*h
My sisters really hookers so you tell mе that you f**ked 'em
Boy you prolly paid to do it
(Pause)
Ridе'n round in that creature
Hear the bass growlin'
It'll eat-cha
Do you need a receipt, bruh?
I left blood in these streets, bruh
Snapin' really snapin'
I've been givein' boys the clappin'
Cause they homos and they nose been sniffin' all up in my packin'
And my last load I rapped those in dryer sheets and drove
When I cut the seal open it was good ass smellin' dope
Mama says I have no hope
Back when I was sellin' soap
Your boy still try and take a knee and treat me like a po'
And I'm recordin' right now while facetimein' my b*t*h
And she's so f**kin' fine that I'll prolly eat her sh*t
He asked how much for a feature
I'll make a feature on your mamacita
You a pu**y hole I can't eat ya
But I'll hit ya ass 'till you bleed, bruh
(?) a dime
My brother broke
I'm fine
My little dope house use to have a line
Half my whole city know I ain't lyin'
I ain't got a watch
Cause I ain't got the time
I ain't see a thot
Cause it ain't one of mine
I don't shoot up top
Make sure that he's dyin
Bullets all rip through your heart and your spine
Ride'n round in that old school
Cause I'm old fool
That's so cool
And you wanna get down
Imma show you the way:
SHORT DRAKES, LONG K
And I saw a chick stuff 18 zips
Yeah, right through the hoe
Yeah, right through the lips
Yeah, started feelin' funny
I been robbin' ever since
Yeah, then I realized I fell in love with that b*t*h
b*t*h on my line she chirpin'
Nextel of my man just chirped me
Click-click-pop
Everybody get nervous
Gon' lift your skirt b*t*h
This is gon' hurt b*t*h
