Ahem

I'd like to welcome y'all out

To the well-anticipated

Well-rejuvenated

Album mode of DJ Drama

Oh, yeah

I'm really like that

And I brought a couple friends with me to show you

Boogie, holla at 'em

She know I go in

She be like, "Where the fuck you goin'?"

I tell her "I be workin'"

I know what she know what I be doin', yeah-yeah, uh

And we be sinnin', yeah

Fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah

You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah

Uh, my girlfriend

My girlfriend

Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back

Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back

She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with

Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments

You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit

Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit

I got money on my mind, and she don't get that

My shirt was Saint Laurent before the get back (before the get back)

I was in the 'Burban tinted out and it was pitch black

You movin' wack, fuck around and push your shit back (push your shit back)

Yeah, don't you go and get your shit snatched

My niggas been thirsty lately, I had to tell 'em, "Relax," mm

I know some BK niggas that'll get you kidnapped

And I was swervin' on my way to you to hit that

Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back

Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back

She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with

Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments

You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit

Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit

Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me

Uh, yeah, me and my bitch, we chillin'

Don't wanna cum too fast, procrastinate when I'm in it

I could get pussy all the time when I feel like gettin' it

There's a lot up on my mind, I don't feel like dealin' with it

I wanna make love to you, feelin' it

You only tell me that you love me when you fill it in

Put bubbles in the tub, make it interesting

Even if they say you a "Dub", girl, you still a ten

She know I go in

She be like, "Where the fuck you goin'?"

I tell her that I be workin'

I know you know that you my girlfriend, yeah-yeah

And we be sinnin'

Fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah

You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah

My girlfriend

Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back

Fuck it then, it's over, bring my shit back

She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with

Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments

You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit

Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit

Baby, take it slow for me, never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me

Gangsta Grillz

Baby

See, that's what I love about you

You can be so wholesome

Yet, still some hoesome

Hahaha

Boogie

Wham

Dram

I know you like that

HO4ME

DJ Drama , A Boogie wit da Hoodie , Lil Baby

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