paroles de chanson 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) - A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Please
tell
me
what
you
think
happened
Like
this
time,
fuck
it
I
woke
up
to
like
ninety-nine
missed
calls
That's
like
ninety-nine
people
I
probably
pissed
off
Like
damn,
nigga,
I
was
on
a
jail
call
Damn,
niggas
make
me
hate
my
cell
phone
Like
damn,
my
nigga,
I'm
in
the
studio
Last
time
I
dropped
an
album
was
like
a
year
ago
Yeah,
you
tellin'
me
you
starving,
but
I
been
to
there
Like
growin'
up,
breakfast
Lunch
and
dinner
wasn't
cereal
I
know
what's
up
You
just
wanna
be
all
in
the
videos
and
smoke
it
up
I
know
you
ain't
really
with
the
Shits
but
you
just
throw
it
up
Pretty
bitches
in
my
city
litty,
they
just
going
up
Nigga,
you
just
wanna
be
around
me
'Cause
my
money
up
Heard
them
goofy
niggas
tryna
line
me
They
don't
want
smoke
with
us
Had
to
pop
an
Addy
I
was
down,
yeah,
had
to
focus
up
Most
my
niggas
dogs
I
hit
up
bitches
that
my
homies
fucked
I
hear
too
much
me
in
niggas'
songs
So
I
had
to
switch
it
up,
I
had
to
switch
it
up
Pick
out
diamonds
in
particular
'cause
I'm
just
rich
as
fuck
Rest
in
peace
to
that
boy
Trayvon,
I
got
my
hoodie
up
They
know
exactly
how
we
give
it
up,
shot
a
bully
up
And
you
bitches
know
that
I
cannot
waste
no
time
Bitch,
I'm
really
grindin'
If
I
ever
said,
"I
love
you",
never
mind
it
Especially
when
I
feel
like
you
out
here
thottin'
I
threaten
you,
but
I
fuck
with
you,
let's
be
honest
I
hide
the
fact
that
I
love
to
smoke
on
exotic
Flowers,
I
give
you
all
my
hours
I
fuck
around,
I
miss
you
though,
I
promise
Bonnie
and
Clyde
issues,
guns
around
us
No
bozos
in
my
circle,
they
get
cut
We
can't
even
get
around,
I
got
my
hoodie
on
in
public
House
arrest
in
Florida,
they
always
checked
up
on
me
So
when
I
was
in
the
studio
I
said
I
was
in
Publix
If
you
could
walk
in
my
shoes,
you
could
walk
on
water
Percocets
like
NyQuil,
got
my
buying
sawed-offs
Since
I
been
in
high
school,
I
been
feeling
heartless
I
swear
I
was
like
you,
now
look
at
me
ballin'
10K
on
one
fit,
fly
like
I
departed
Stay
with
that
rocket,
ooh,
I
go
J.
Harden
Can't
tell
if
I
got
it,
but
I
stay
on
it
And
they
stay
frontin',
but
it
ain't
nothin'
'Cause
I
make
money,
talkin'
big
money
Mmh,
if
I
go
broke,
stay
away
from
me
Mmh,
if
I
go
broke,
I'ma
take
money,
yeah
I
might
go
broke
in
my
late
hundreds
It's
hard
not
to
talk
money
'cause
I
got
money
now
And
these
chains
around
my
Neck
worth
over
two
hundred
thou
And
Puma
just
gave
me
a
budget
I
should
say,
"Fuck
it"
And
give
it
to
the
schools
'Cause
they
need
it
more
than
I
need
it
now
Swear
I
paid
my
dues
I
should
speak
up
more
though,
I'm
playin'
quiet
Tryna
keep
it
cool
like
the
time
I
was
in
the
studio
with
Future
and
his
goons
Sittin'
next
to
my
favorite
rapper,
Actin'
scared
to
say
it
to
him
Used
to
bump
"March
Madness,"
Poppin'
Addys
because
of
you
After
you
and
Drizzy
dropped
Then
I
got
in
tune
(Yeah)
Drizzy,
that's
my
broski
I
appreciate
you
too,
yeah
First
time
in
the
Garden
It
was
all
because
of
you,
yeah
I
probably
was
OD-in'
to
do
a
Song
but
I
was
new,
yeah
I
can't
lie,
oh,
you
was
like
my
idol
Ask
my
crew,
yeah
Right
when
I
thought
viral
was
viral
Tekashi
blew,
yeah
And
that's
my
nigga
too
I
fuck
with
you,
I
swear
to
God
Type
of
nigga
keep
that
shit
a
Hundred,
cameras
off
And
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
you
Might
see
in
Saint
Laurent
Different
places,
Cleveland
Miami,
but
I
ain't
LeBron
With
different
bitches,
denims
Lookin'
like
they
painted
on
Listenin'
to
"D.T.B",
yeah,
That's
our
favorite
song
I
don't
trust
bitches
Bitches
just
like
me
That's
why
I
don't
trust
bitches
This
your
favorite
song
I
don't
love
bitches
Fuck
bitches,
DTB,
no,
I
don't
trust
bitches
This
your
favorite
song
When
you're
home,
all
alone
Reminiscin'
my
Dior
cologne
No
going
back,
I
really
took
your
soul
I
know,
yeah
Woke
up
with
the
chills,
oh,
oh
Took
a
pill
with
my
milk,
oh,
oh
Like
it's
not
a
big
deal,
oh,
oh
Free
all
of
my
bros,
whoa,
oh
Free
my
nigga
PeeWee
Free
my
nigga
Skills,
now
Man,
you
gotta
see
me,
see
how
I
came
up
now
Used
to
wear
the
same
shit
I
ain't
lookin'
like
no
bum
now
I'm
a
New
York
nigga,
hangin'
Laces
off
my
Uptowns
Grew
up
in
the
jungle
Where
they
rumblin'
for
dust
now
Runnin'
'round
the
BX,
RIP
to
Big
Pun,
now
And
I
don't
know
why
I
feel
like
they
wanna
take
my
life
And
it's
all
Wanna
fuck
my
wife
And
these
niggas
wanna
take
my
life
And
it's
all
Yeah,
it's
alright
And
it's
alright
Yeah,
it's
alright,
mmh
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