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boogie - rob liberachi lyrics

[verse 1]
yacht master on my brother wrist he rock the boat like aaliyah
she say put some punches on her i might have to ali her
she gave her auntie info now i got a idea
just know that you gone be eating and that’s on the mafia
can’t use the personal i load the coin and punch another phone
tryna stack some money just so i can bring my brother home
she wanna have my babies but i’m leaving love alone
she think it’s a threesome cause my money got that rubber on
i ain’t gotta ask her i know what yo baby see in mе
thousands in my pockets i know it ain’t just the g in me
got his wifеy pouting any day my phone on dnd
when i’m bored girly gimme face when i need ent
cause the camp heavy now his bae think we in cmg
with g*a*n*g and we kick it like a b&e
just left boa now i gotta go hit pnc
used to try to get inside the nba like tnt
drugs and guns on us but my sweater came from d&g
brody used to put his feet in snow like he was skiing b
walk you down taking shots brody work for tmz
keep some drakes and four nickies they think we ymcmb
why you think bout it just because you in that gutter tough
barbershop his top spin the block like i ain’t cut enough
first to the money like we married and i run her up
in yo only foreigns boy you can’t afford another scuff
[verse 2]
boy yo baby getting freaky fast off some jimmy johns
she say hit it raw but i only give her jimmy john
if i see these n*ggas boy you know that semi flying
imma cash a roley like a sentence they gone give me time
might go get a black and white presi but it’s not barack
brody fit playing 2 fs but he not the rock
she say what’s my name let me think that’s cause i forgot
using h*lla names when i grind then i rock a knot
keep my bro outside yo crib n*gga he might steal yo plates
cause he in his duffy bagging soft like a pillowcase
girl i’m bout my scrill okay and i know you still owe chase
and she like the way i’m k!lling coochie i’m the real oj
feeling like a bouncer for a opp that say he bout it
meaning imma pull his card like he keep it in a wallet
my own day ones faking claiming they was solid
different topic if we see yo head we gone black and mild it
boy i’m into fraud and my brother like to serve the beans
hoping they ain’t super strong he ain’t tryna hurt the fiends
dawg off purple rain nodding off having purple dreams
we gone catch him hanging like the tag on his purple jeans
sliding if he go jail and he snitching
h*lla dots on his drip look like braille on the stitching
i’m not a doughboy she ain’t telling the difference
crocodiles on my feet so it’s scales in the kitchen
i tell my n*ggas keep it real even when we doing fraud
bro in minnesota with a leash cause he moving dawg
and my boy a junkie with the clip he gone shoot it all
might just catch yo wifey out the country and go shoot a broad
he talking dirty but we got the aim toothpaste
but really that go in and out the other like a shoelace
the feds on the gang they ain’t tryna catch a new case
fly as a bird man if we leave you with a blew face

- rob liberachi lyrics

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