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booted up - lerizzle lyrics

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[intro]
d-d-d-dj fof-xa
yeah, yah, yah
ay, yeah

[hook]
five gramm in a f-ckin’ blunt (yeah)
i got a bad b-tch suckin’ on my nuts (ay)
we doin’ crazy sh-t that can get you locked up (gang)
b-tch, i’m with my n-ggas and we booted up (booted up)
b-tch, i’m h-lla faded, i don’t give a f-ck (yah, yah)
i see lil’ mama lookin, shawtie say what’s up (yah, yah)
the way she look at me, i know she tryna f-ck (yah, yah)
pull up with .223 and aimin’ at your spot

[part]
b-tch i’m home alone, come over and gimme dome (yeah)
yes, i’m h-lla stoned, trippin’ on the telephone (oh, yeah)
i don’t need no help, do it on my f-ckin’ own (on my own)
n0body listens to your music, ‘cuz you’re monotone (gang)
yes, i’m with the gang, know some n-ggas like to sw-ng (yeah)
tattooed all my arm, ‘cuz i like the f-cking pain, yah (uh)
b-tch, you’re ugly and your dusty, is a f-ckin’ shame, yeah
b-tch n-ggas do beleave that it’s a f-ckin’ game (skrt, skrt)
i just wann be iced out, b-tch
if you want smoke
we pull up with ‘dem pipes out, b-tch, yeah (pew, pew)
if a n-gga want beef, know b-tch, ay
you might take a f-ckin’ life, know b-tch (yeah)
i gotta protect, so i keep a tec (yuh)
aim right at your neck (boom), if you disrespect (rrra)
comin’ thru’ with checks, ‘cuz i gotta flex
f-ckin’ on your ex, ‘cuz you know i’m next (say)
and i’m not from texas, but i’m sippin tech (yeah)
fifty rounds in this b-tch, leave a n-gga wet (bang)
n-ggas gotta catch, i ain’t talkin ketchup (nah)
b-tch, i got the mac tuffed, i ain’t talkin’ lap tuff (boh)
b-tch, i’m high enough, i don’t book flights (niuh)
b-tch, i’m high as f-ck, i just took flight (skrt, skrt)
c.o.b is blowing up like some dynamite (buh)
i see junkies everyday of that china white (white)
i got shootas with me, they gon’ pop you quick, ay
you got shootas with you, they gon’ suck my d-ck, ay
i just really, really wanna f-ck that b-tch
eat her like a motherf-ckin’ pop-tart, b-tch (yah, yah, yah)

[hook]
five gramm in a f-ckin’ blunt (yeah)
i got a bad b-tch suckin’ on my nuts (ay)
we doin’ crazy sh-t that can get you locked up (gang)
b-tch, i’m with my n-ggas and we booted up (booted up)
b-tch, i’m h-lla faded, i don’t give a f-ck (yah, yah)
i see lil’ mama lookin, shawtie say what’s up (yah, yah)
the way she look at me, i know she tryna f-ck (yah, yah)
pull up with .223 and aimin’ at your spot (yah)

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