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lawsuits 4 - bouvé lyrics

[intro]
where you from?
hey
h*llo? hey
hey

[chorus]
ooh, that’s a drop*top, top, top (top)
every time we drop, it’s a bop, bop, bop (bop)
sayin’ i’m finna slide like my gucci’s on (hey)
suck my d*ck with the tv on

[verse 1]
okay, watch your lip (hey)
watch how you speak (speak)
everybody wanna feel the energy
sayin’ watch your lip (hey)
watch how you speak (speak)
everybody wanna feel the energy
sayin’ two phones (brr), in the two*door
the way the calls comin’ in, i need two more (two)
this type of life, they got her sneak through the back door (back)
i’m really winning, you should pat me on the back more
oh, you want a vеrse? all you had to do was ask for it
psych, i had to triple up the bag for it (bag)
bud light, 40 ouncе (yeah), i don’t drink a soda pop (yeah)
why you acting like that gucci belt real, you know it’s not
if you chillin’ with a b*tch i hit, then you out of pocket
i’ma pull up to birthday party, smash the girl you wanted
i’m a young handsome man, d*mn right, i got a lot of bodies
she throw the sloppy*toppy, bust it on her upper body
the more i grow up, man, the more i don’t f*ck with anybody
pull up to the studio, my phone dead, i forgot to charge it
this emo chick that i hit, smell like hot topic
i been goin’ in for a minute, i should stop talkin’ (hey)
[verse 2]
i tried to tell ’em twice but they didn’t listen (no)
you ever look up at the stars with the roof missing?
i should be a farmer by the way that i’m chasing chicken
yeah, i been broke for way too long, i think it’s time to fix it
waved up, dripped up, slide like a surf board
hope she break my heart ’cause then i really get to write more (ayy)
drivin’ off the green like i’m on my own golf course (yeah)
double*cup with red, thinkin’ what i need the sprite for (why?)
what i need these hoes for? i don’t know
something i can do on the weekend, keep it low
always wanna talk like a big game of telephone
the last thing i ever wanna do is start selling dope
this girl i used to know changed on me, so i blocked her phone
now, she in my dm askin’ if she get in the video
the same people used to hate on me want to send me beats
i just keep it cordial, make my own, dog, let me be

[chorus]
ooh, that’s a drop*top, top, top (top)
every time we drop, it’s a bop, bop, bop (bop)
sayin’ i’m finna slide like my gucci’s on (hey)
suck my d*ck with the tv on

- bouve lyrics

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