Booby Trap (Acappella|Explicit)-A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Booby Trap (Acappella|Explicit)

时间:2023-09-13

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Booby Trap (Acappella|Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Lyrics by:Artist Dubose/London Holmes/Xavier Dotson/Deezy Beats/Tone Deaf/Jordan Holt-May

Produced by:London On Da Track/Zaytoven/Deezy Beats/Tone Deaf

Uh uh

Uh uh

Uh uh

Uh uh

Yeah

Ayy

Making up my mind

I need two 'hoes at a time

Then I told her a*s forget it

'Cause I seen that **** on reddit

I ain't got no time to block

All my broskies keep a mop

And I keep one right beside me go to Elliot a lot

My heart cold as a brick I call London for the hit

I treat Booby Trap like Starlets hundred thousand on a car

Got chanel prints on my joggers I don't even need a stylist

Stylist stylist stylist

Huh huh yeah okay okay

Call the bank pull up

The Brink's

Might buy you a Cuban

I ain't got no time to link up

Link up

Yeah got Saint Michaels on my tee

On my tee

Quarter million dollars

I got somethin' on my sleeve

On my sleeve

Used to call up darlin' darlin'

Now I go to Starlets

When I wanna clear my mind throw two hundred at a time

Used to be in projects

Now I'm making projects

Used to be in the PJs

Now I'm stuck to the PJ

I can tell what's on your mind Illuminati got three eyes

If I pull up with my guys

We ain't comin' here to fight

Word to mother we gon' win

You know London that's my twin

And I keep Jeffery on my mind free

Thugger that's my slime

Free V12 and Montana out the **********i*

You know I've been bangin'

Since Santana used to rock them bandanas

To the side

Baby talk to me nice

Book a flight if you don't let me

Hit I'm sending you back night

I'm in Miami come to Booby Trap I'm throwing a bag night

The way she took my soul

It's like she's tryna make a sacrifice

In the daytime diamonds bustin'

Like a disco ball we bring the lights out

Hoodie on I'm feelin' like a f***** thief at night now

Now now

Call the bank pull up the brink's brink's

Might buy you a Cuban

I ain't got no time to link up link up

Yeah got Saint Michaels on my tee

On my tee

Quarter million dollars I got somethin' on my sleeve

On my sleeve

Used to call up darlin'

Now I go to Starlets

When I wanna clear my mind throw two hundred at a time

Used to be in projects now I'm making projects

Used to be in the PJs now I'm stuck to the PJ PJ PJ

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