Lyrics LIST-BOYZ (feat. V500) - Alle Al

I'm with the niggas don't who I am on shirts
Hit you with hurt, shit you wore a skirt
Shit without Physics nigga we ain't trippin
I'm just left the spot wit a Couple' Digits
New girl watch the Digi, but she do the Liz
Round about up in the city,
Baby say she miss me

Hostin up yards, say get me on your list.
Nep took her out the line, a bitch convinced.

We was at Kind Regards and flippin scripts
This girl got talent and she write in script
She got one friend with her like Nibble lisps
She got a Homegirl Vandross look she hit!

Baby it's never too much boi two handle
And y'all all proper knockouts not no Mandle's
Chilling at home im shaking hands with a Lela
You say it's Luh-Lah now I love da language
I like you mama laugh you to them banks
Wishbone say make sure brother got him rank

Same day different shit it's repetition
Im out in Queens it farms get vegetation
You move like Janet, Jat it's rhythm nat'
Ain't drop in cup months "sorry 4 wait?"
Mama ain't trippin if you pushing weight
Hit from the rear ain't seen you anyway...

I met with East I have yet to meet West
Outside with no press, these bitches is pressure, Bowie and Fred
I met a Dopplegang sibling, a Drank, Some Amends
One hour sets, in the mix Sophie Ann
You stick to Brad's for action & brand
We smoke the Jungle, & Rock out in Cal
I took the Jim off now seeds on her back

That wasn't the plan, had Komoko after
You more dior and I'm Koloko African
But if you solid stay for master plans
Cass back from Pan, got some Yen just for practice...

Ashe prolly got Camer-oon gals up in shambs
I know a bad bitch name from Seoul & Goyang...
I know a bad bitch name from Seoul & Goyang, now she out in Guyana

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Fuck I look like cuffin a thot?
Sit back and I'm counting the guap like
Count it', Counting it up!
Count it', Counting it up!
Me & Twin we be counting it up
Dead Eye Hoes they fuckin with us
T-O-Y they showing us love
Gettin checks we outta the slums
Shawty bad but I cannot keep her
And we out after I hit & I'm leaving...
Yeah I'm having some troubles with reaper
They ain't taking my soul I need it
And my pockets they fat they eatin'
I ain't even need no Reason
I'm tryna cop new pieces
Buy new drip I'm fly every season
Go...