Lyrics:
God
Gotta talk with God
Gotta save your own soul then the next kids
Cos when the end comes everybody sleeping in a ditch
Love me or hate me
What you
Stokes bring it
[Liffy Stokes]
Tonight's gon' be the bomb, it's warm and calm
I got to take this cool in my arm with an ounce in my palm
I done took
Niggas in the street but ain't getting money, what the fuck you doing
Beefing by these hoes and catch these slugs, what the fuck you doing
I been
football fan
I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man
A double bunk bed a 40 to the head
Now get up and watch me rap to cornbread hey
Hey I hear ya
Yo
Maybe I could get me a milf
Put a stack on the will
Bring her down to the Ville
Make these diamonds appear
Lately its been banners and beers
Couple
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
I think it's crazy, when the people round you
They start to envy, devil bring jealousy
Lord please just save me
Was rocking name brands, but life not
Now I know you ain’t looking at me when you said that (Who you talking to?)
One shot to the knee, next shot look at you that’s a head splat (Who you
give me a reason
To mow you down
Like tall grass
Better fall back
I ain't all cap
So you better go
Bring in the blinky to mop
I'm like a soda
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck
Sounds bumpin' all night, steadily wakin' you up
Homies bangin'
heads."
"We got something else for em."
"Yeah, what?"
"A truce. I guess it's still on"
They call me ghetto neighbor, (WHAT!?)
I don't give a fuck
Sounds
I'm bout my business
This a foreign nigga not a lemon
Im in Detroit courtside
Like I play for the pistons
cll my ish bring it to me
What I look like
a woman shot at
Bleeding from her face her nostrils
Oh this what you wanted
Mr President your people starving and they feeling haunted
By the boogie men
a do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Be-hind swingin' like bring it back,
again?
No potion this ain't no magic
The prodigy, I bring havoc
And we mobbin deep
Prolly thru the side street
Dopeman bout to ride wit me
Gnesh gon
let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
to the crews payin dues in the background
How my rap sound? Yo Boogie Banger bring it back now
Niggas
Brook-lawn collabo'
Yo, yo, yo (ya heard me?)
(BP step to 'em)
This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
New York, New York, ice
burn
By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes
To fertilize germination of concern for me for we
For he who's sucked into the trench fully dug
I
the groove - feell it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down
Bring it low
Close to the ground
Everybody just rock
comes swims, hummin to hyms, we all in it to win it
I bring good news, I don't sing blues, I swing through crews, I get the boogie in the shoes
game comin
Gates, Boogie, finna change my name to Funeral It's been a minute, let me tell you how I'm
doing though
Took a couple L's, but I know the M's coming
gotta be on
They wanna see me fall off but I gotta stay on
Always kept it solid ground when I came around
Trying to bring the crown back to the boogie
the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs 'cause they jive, fake, and woolly, no doubt
Yeah, trade shots of life for all night, you'll dig it
Kept it hotter,
the Boogie
And shitting on them crabs 'cause they jive, fake, and woolly, no doubt
Yeah, trade shots of life for all night, you'll dig it
Kept it hotter,
Discuss these bring me the boogie by freescha Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In