paroles de chanson Dallas - A Boogie wit da Hoodie , wolfacejoeyy

Mm-mm-mm-mm
You and me, you and me, we got a- (oh-oh)
Got a history, you and me, we got a-
Dumb of me to let you in (mm-mm-mm-mm)
Dumb of me to think that maybe you could be my everythin'
You and me (yeah), we got a-, huh, yeah, yeah

She said we outside, baby, like a doormat
Uh, she from Dallas, she keep on askin' me if I know 4batz, mm, like damn
You a bad bitch, how can I ignore that?
Put her in Dior, she like, "Baby boy, I adore that"
Baddest bitch, I might just reward that, ooh

Uh, take you out the house (alright), uh, bring you back to mine (okay)
Yeah, she don't want no dinner (oh-yeah), uh, she just wanna whine (oh-yeah)
And baby love designer, she rock Number (N)ine
And baby, who designed ya? Outta ten, you a dime (whoa)

Uh, take you out the house (whoa), uh, bring you back to mine (whoa, ah-woo)
Yeah, she don't want no dinner (whoa), uh, she just wanna whine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)
And baby love designer, she rock Number (N)ine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)
And baby, who designed ya? Outta ten, you a dime

She said, "Take me out" (yeah), "Slut me out"
Uh, baby, I got cream, cash rules everything around
You can't leave me with a frown, we got bitches all around
Me and Boogie in the town, bae, you know it's goin' down

And you're my drug, tied up like a knot
You fuckin' with the opps, yeah, you almost got me shot for that
I had you livin' luxury, now I want all my commas back
But she don't want no love from me, she like, "Slut me out, just fly me outta town"
You know how I get down (ooh-ooh), yeah, you know I got rounds for that (ooh-ooh)
Told you my insecurities, you said that you was fine with that (ooh-ooh)
Eliantte'd all your jewelry, now I want all my diamonds back, and you

Yeah, me and my bitch got many problems, huh, we got Dior drama, huh
She like steppin' on these hos in some Balenciaga, huh (okay)
And I'm proud of you, lil' baby, I might get you Prada, huh
And she call me Valentino 'cause I make her fall in love (ooh)

Uh, lemme make you mine though (ooh-ooh)
Girl, you fine though, you a ten, yeah, you a dime though
We can have a time, baby, please don't waste no time though
Uh, she wanna get high, I can take you to the sky, 'cause I

She said, "Take me out" (yeah), "Slut me out" (yeah)
Uh, baby, I got cream, cash rules everything around
You can't leave me with a frown, we got bitches all around
Me and Boogie in the town, bae, you know it's goin' down (whoa)

Uh, take you out the house (whoa), uh, bring you back to mine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)
Yeah, she don't want no dinner (whoa), uh, she just wanna whine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)
And baby love designer, she rock Number (N)ine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)
And baby, who designed ya? Outta ten, you a dime

She said, "Take me out, slut me out"
Uh, baby, I got cream, cash rules everything around
You can't leave me with a frown, we got bitches all around
Me and Boogie in the town, bae, you know it's goin' down

Dumb of me to let you in
Dumb of me to think that maybe you could be my everythin'
You and me (yeah), we got a-
You see, we got a-