Lyrics BOA - BabyBoySlimee

Smokin a nigga pack right hea
Bands
Bands On Bands
And i got a mans
That a crack ya mans
Im the hottest young n Right now
I need fans on fans
Creep Creep skrrt'
He ran he ran
Gone

That nigga ran like a light
He talking that shit on my snapchat Ig
But knows that he cannot fight
He stunting in cars and cars
You should've seen him
Bitch he came in a bike
Got em' put bleach all overMy body
I'm praying to christ
I hop in da stolo i don't got no foreign yet
Im still livin my life
Even tho i got dior for the drip
Jet stream i still fly light
Diamonds they dance
They dance, they dance
Flashin' all night
Came to the hotel i like her
Now she on my flight
4am right now
My nigga i'm feeling so dizzy
Henny be talking but i smoked a 50
Sticky so sticky i'm holding my blicky
I walk in the building
They like slime n u so drippy
I'm doing my thing i dont flash to much
But when i walk in i need 150
Pull up my sleeve
Had the flick of the wrist dawg
And i don't even got no rollie
The n around me teflon
And we dont really fuck with police
They patting me down i don't got it
My dawgs dont pat them
Cause they really hold it
If we really see a opp coming
Swear we not folding

I got the jwett from the boa
So it gotta go go
I got the tec' from the 308
And it gotta zozo
Stack my chips frito lay's
They think we sell coco'
Woop Woop who dat
We run from da popo'

Bands
Bands On Bands
And i got a mans
That a crack ya mans
Im the hottest young n
Right now
I need fans on fans
Creep, Creep, skrrt'
He ran he ran
Gone
That nigga ran like a light
He talking that shit on my snapchat Ig
But knows that he cannot fight
He stunting in cars and cars
You should've seen him
Bitch he came in a bike
Got em' put bleach all over My body
I'm praying to christ
(Ahhh)
You dont know about that bleech
(Bleech)
Going out to the beach
(Yea)
Praying i dont bleed
(Yea)
Or getting off my feet

I got the jwett from the boa
So it gotta go go
I got the tec from the 308
And it gotta zozo
Stack my chips frito lays
They think we sell coco
Whoop Whoop who dat
We run from da popo

I got the jwett from the boa
So it gotta go go
I got the tec from the 308
And it gotta zozo
Stack my chips frito lays
They think we sell coco
Whoop Whoop who dat
We run from da popo