Boo - How We Do (Freestyle) lyrics
[Boo] B-O-O Gets dat dough Plain rose gold Why I got yo ho Dont even mention da flow I dont even like rap I just do it for da scraps Got chrome on my lac Toast on my lap Cruisin through the city Fox fur on my back Man you n***as is wack Plus this young money cream got me actin like dat Cause nowadays I ain't gotta package dat crack Keep ties to da streets so I ain't gotta go back Certified pimp Bonafide mack I just really fall back I dont chase dat cat Cause lil boo just ain't no good Westside of CHI Where sh** get so hood n***a act tough then he gon get laid down Look in my face n***a I dont play round Holla at [Mack Maine] Mack Maine uh Real as they come Tommy on me ain't a hilfiger son Grip max da blow Pitch black da clothes Black dickie fit Black hat Black girbauds Whip past my foes In somethin he caint afford Nah I ain't talkion bout honda accord Young money We tour Bad b**hes adore They let us all up in the valores They say im so hood Puff dat good good My freaks give good head They all got good jug Be in a black truck Hittin dat k** bill Im probly wit izzel Baby you probly wit trill real Runnin wit hotspitta You know dat we g'd up And hell yeah back in da g We was reed-up Im bout have seed Gotta to raise my seed up Now all my dogs in da bing n***a just feed up [Lil' Wayne] I got dat all black porsche On dem double black bu*tons Blend in so well Look like im ridin on nothin Talk a lotta sh** but I ain't lyin on nothin She love my satin sheets like she lyin on nothin Weezy f baby b**h If ya dont say da baby Ya make me sick Young money baby girl Take these dicks Da new AKs got crazy grip Hottest of da hot b**h Recognize da n***a Lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror I ain't got no lamborghini doors on dat escalade I'mma just go get da lamborghini instead Down south dread Insane for da bread Dont give my name to da feds Cause they say im so grove Im hot so stove Me and money is like khakis and polos Weezy [Curren$y] Why am I so fly I dont know Why am I so high Dats da dro Is dat a CL5 Oh for sho Who you got inside Some other n***a ho Currency da hotspitta He a g b**hes take me out to eat And you'll be eatin b**hes out One thang about da kid To da cold I spit If she ain't bout s**in and f**kin She ain't comin to my house Yeah n***as know how I do it When I was in school wit my all black gucci's Sittin in da back of da cla** actin stupid Or in C-Murder truck takin b**hes to da movies Aw naw hotspitta dog Back up in da heezy baby He's so disrespectful to these ladies I curse em out and all they say is "You so crazy"