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catch up - boiiffy lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, i’m in front, way in front, tell them catch up
got my foot on they neck, i won’t let up
throw the bands, throw the racks in my dresser
i get money all the time, it’s a pleasure
n*ggas b*tches, they be folding under pressure
i go harder than a b*tch, i’m a flexer
give her l*st, no love then forget her
i knew shawty was a thot when i met her
i’m in front, way in front, tell them catch up
got my foot on they neck, i won’t let up
throw the bands, throw the racks in my dresser
i get money all the time, it’s a pleasure
n*ggas b*tches, they be folding under pressure
i go harder than a b*tch, i’m a flexer
give her l*st, no love then forget her
i knew shawty was a thot when i met her

[verse]
you either win or you lose
only can f*ck with a few
my strategies keeping it rude
benjamin’s on me, they blue
religion i’m rocking, is true
all white when i hop in the coupe
like a trip, got my song on a loop
n*ggas golf, how they put with the poo
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they shady
yeah they used to be bro, ain’t it crazy?
all these n*ggas, they broke and they lazy
had to struggle, but that sh*t just made me
i been feeling real low real lately
all the hate in the world ain’t escaping
all my hope been fading, but i’m praying
i’m impatient but a n*gga been waiting
anything i ever want
do what i do get it done
this sh*t been taking me months
i’m with my bro smoking runts’
hotbox the whip with skunk
i’m really rocking like punk
i do whatever i want
i bring the heat with the funk
[chorus]
ayy, i’m in front, way in front, tell them catch up
got my foot on they neck, i won’t let up
throw the bands, throw the racks in my dresser
i get money all the time, it’s a pleasure
n*ggas b*tches, they be folding under pressure
i go harder than a b*tch, i’m a flexer
give her l*st, no love then forget her
i knew shawty was a thot when i met her
i’m in front, way in front, tell them catch up
got my foot on they neck, i won’t let up
throw the bands, throw the racks in my dresser
i get money all the time, it’s a pleasure
n*ggas b*tches, they be folding under pressure
i go harder than a b*tch, i’m a flexer
give her l*st, no love then forget her
i knew shawty was a thot when i met her

- boiiffy lyrics

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