paroles de chanson Boo Boo'n - Devin

Walk up in the session with my dick in my hand

A fat sweet in my mouth a 24oz can
I got no time for all that yesterday he say she say

Pull out the beat tape give it to the dj
My eyes are tight and shiny cuz I'm smoking some kill
Don't look at me go buy some drank call up some hoes if you will
I see its nothing but a party ya'll guess I'm the host
Ain't nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
And keep that beat rolling see everybody holding they own
And you know I gots to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But there's always one in the crowd rapping loud
All in a niggaz mouth with all them bitches and cowards
With the east coast flow west coast body language
Don't know nothing bout the south and trying to find someone to hang with
Man when you finish flowing or whatever the fuck that you doing holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo booin
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(Second verse)
Had to get away needed some time to chill
So I thought of 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill cuz I'll be driving a while
Taking 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dog you know how we do
It its like a case of beer a piece of cock we run right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few
They be glad to see me niggaz don't give em dick like I do
I bust bout 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
With my french tickler making they pussy lips grin
But there's always one in the crowd talking loud
Found out I fucked her cousin now she's running her mouth
Leaving notes on my windshield I'ma bitch I'ma hoe
Early in the morning bitches knocking at my momma door
Momma please when you finish whatever that you doin whoever that is tell em I'm in the bathroom boo booin
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(Verse three)
I got a visit from an old friend fresh outta county
He said he came up on a lic and he was glad that he found me
He had some new niggaz with him full of drink and looking sweaty
Cockin gats back talking bout "come on D man you ready"
Its a house down the street at least 2 doors down
They sale weed and they at least got 2 whole pounds
Man all we got to do is hit this ride and we cool
Lets fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool
We can all come up whatever we get we split
Ain't nobody saying nothing ain't nobody seein shit
So lets pile up 5 deep in the lac he don't know that its you digging
He won't thinks its the jack man you must be smoking crack
You don't know who that is
That nigga work for h.b.d. been selling weed round here for years
So when you finish plotting scheming whatever you doing wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo booin