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sadly - boofpaxkmooky lyrics

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[chorus]
tryna harass me
getting to this paper like a athlete
man i don’t know what you ask me
running to that money man i’m feeling like a athlete
foreign lil’ b*tch but i don’t know what she asking
running to that paper man i feel like a athlete
try to set me up, thought you had me
it’s lil’ boofy i can’t go out sadly

[verse 1]
my lil’ b*tch wearing designer
i can’t even stare at the timer
yo lil’ b*tch wanna be mine
i’m at her crib like a lime
i run that sh*t like a heisman
yo lil’ n*gga is hidin’
he can’t even stick, wit’ me
pockets fat i got big jeans
runnin’ plays so we switch teams
told him to do, better
you the ranch need a blue, cheddar
make it hot like a new, sweater
feeling clean like new, leather
make it rain i can change the weather
f*ckin’ this white b*tch named heather
he is a bird, he need a feather
[chorus]
tryna harass me
getting to this paper like a athlete
man i don’t know what you ask me
running to that money man i’m feeling like a athlete
foreign lil’ b*tch but i don’t know what she asking
running to that paper man i feel like a athlete
try to set me up, thought you had me
it’s lil’ boofy i can’t go out sadly

[verse 2]
i got this money on me i can’t go out sadly
blow hundreds on me ain’t no time to brag
i f*ck that b*tch and now she call me dad
she don’t love me she just know i’m in my bag
it’s a fendi nah, b*tch this a maison
i could run through you b*tches like i’m jason
she keep rushin’ me i told yo hoe be patient
she too satisfied with that fake sh*t

[chorus]
tryna harass me
getting to this paper like a athlete
man i don’t know what you ask me
running to that money man i’m feeling like a athlete
foreign lil’ b*tch but i don’t know what she asking
running to that paper man i feel like a athlete
try to set me up, thought you had me
it’s lil’ boofy i can’t go out sadly
[outro]
tryna harass me
getting to this paper like a athlete
man i don’t know what you ask me
running to that money man i’m feeling like a athlete
foreign lil’ b*tch but i don’t know what she asking
running to that paper man i feel like a athlete
try to set me up, thought you had me
it’s lil’ boofy i can’t go out sadly

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