Yung Baller - Boomerang Bitches! paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Boomerang Bitches! - Yung Baller



Aye, aye
(Fuck that nigga talking bout shit)
(Fuck wrong with his ass)
Running in the coupe, bag
Spanking that bitch, she bad
And she got no ass (No), hit her ass again
I swear to god she ain't go no fucking friends, yeah
Getting to that money i tend, yeah
Niggas can't comprehend, yeah
I been smoking so much ganja
It go to my lungs, yeah
I been on that drink so long, it go to my tummy
Lean gut, lean up, lean up, lean up
I don't want you bitch, if you not Selena
I don't want you ugly bitches, looking like a lemur
Bring her to the room
Me and my friend had to team-up
Chilling in my palace, and its looking like Caesars
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh
I be making sad songs, on them lit beats
That's why i'm on top bitch, at the tippy
I be making sad songs, call me Trippie
I be making plays bitch, call me shifty
Boomerang bitches come around, like a Frisbee
Fuck with the gang, and you done getting risky
Been making so many songs, started at 15
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh
Yeah bitch i am back, did you miss me?
Can we pour up a drink, drinking whiskey
Boomerang bitches come around
Play with us it's smack down
Fuck with us, when we back in town
Go to your show, it's a let down
I'm the king, already took my crown
Got too much, cant check my account
Bitch i'm good all around
But we back on that mumble shit
Heard me bitch?
From the trenches, baby, get a stick
Harry Potter, yeah, she a potter
Fuck her, give her a daughter
Yeah i'm a dad (Yeah)
I don't want that bitch (No)
She want cash (Yeah)
She know i'm in that bag (Yeah)
Give her doggy, she wag her tail, yeah
Got that weed, shit not for sale, yeah
I prevail through it all, yeah
My account named Paul, yeah
He don't really like to stall, yeah
I wanna go to Yale (What)
Pussy nigga, your ass stale, uh
Wanna go the holy grail
She ringing like a bell
Which one?
I can't fucking tell
Want a Rari or the coupe
Bitch comes with lean
She wanna be on the team, she a feen
Bitch i'm mugging like i am mean
Perfect YB tape, aye
Beating on my chest, i ain't ape (No)
Wear my cape at, faceass
Dumb ass, ha-ha



Writer(s): Chris Hady


Yung Baller - Perfect Yb Tape
Album Perfect Yb Tape
date de sortie
14-04-2023




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