Текст песни Rasaq f Chamillionaire, Lil Boo - Girlfriend
Rasaq f Chamillionaire, Lil Boo - Girlfriend слова песни
[Hook- Chamillionaire X3]Your girlfriend, in a suburbanShe`s tryna pretend, that`s she a virginShe told her boyfriend, she was with her friendBut I`m for certain, that I ain`t workin`*I`m in person, to see her flirtin`Suckin` n slirpin, and showin` her skinAnd now her boyfriend, cussin` n cursinBut I`m alertin, That I will hurt him**Only said the third time the hook is sung*King KoookoookooopaKoookoookooopaKoopa KoookoookooopaKoookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayneGotta keep it gutta mayneKoookoookooopaI ain`t gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might[Lil Boo]Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probationPurple in my koolaid, drank cases what I`m facin`Mama say I gotta wait for drivers educationBut I hit the dealership, cuz lil boo is not patientThirteen years old, stay hoppin` outta voguesCatch me at adult shows, puttin` up on yellow hoesAsk me if I drove, yep fa shoSmile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk closeFreeway call n tell ya sister that shes fineBeyonce on the phone, salange on the other lineI gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nineAfter that it`s lil kim n sprite can up on my mindThrowback jerseys, hypnotic thats oldColor changin click dresses, thats the only dress codeNike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed toBut I already got those lebron james, up on my toesIt`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayneIt`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayneIt`s lil boo mayne, hold up[Lil Boo- talking]Hold up fooCall these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayneThey see us grindin`, tryna make this paperThis is ghetto status mayneDon`t put me on this funny beats no moCome on, tear up the mic uh[Rasaq]Lay it down, lay it downYa pins lay it downLay `em down, lay `em downThe pad lay `em downLay it down, lay it downYa mic lay it downLay it down, lay it downYa foos lay it downCuz I`m hear, rappin` in ya right earsSpittin` in ya left sideThis is down south, I ain`t worried bout the west sideOr the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep closeThey say my skills is makin` progressPlus I`m wearin` ice religously so I tell `em god blessNiggaz comin` out soft, like maple car stressedAnd I`m (Breathing) like a dogs breathAnd I ain`t even harness, my full is potentialBut for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentalsAnd so does chamillion, is it coincidental?Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin` pencilI don`t care what ya bin through, this the takoverSend ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make overWhen the days overI`m wit ya good drankin`, and she clingin` to my nutsnow that`s what I call a hang overGame over, spit fire like a flame throwerthe man is colder, than a damn can of sodaHaha, I`m outta ya league like sammy sosaNigga, jus remember that