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Grandma's Boy (Explicit) - Boobie Lootaveli
Lyrics by：Habib Suz
Composed by：Habib Suz
S**t come on you like it motherf**ka
Ya dig
Ayy ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Yeah ayy yeah
Huh
I don't wanna have s*x b***h
I'm only here for the neck
Give me your social security number
So I run it up and I'll leave you in debt
Hittin' on my beard with a razor yeah
I'm cuttin' up like Gillette
Lil' Harse
She seen me once and when she caught a whiff of me
Lil' b***h I'll never forget
Woo
Alright yeah
Wonderin' who could it be
Who could it be
It's me off a Perc' and I'm falling asleep
Woo woo
Still fall in love with a b***h
Huh
I fell in love with the money I made on the street
Yeah yeah
You know how cold it could be
Yeah
Under my belly I'm tuckin' my heat
Tuckin' my heat
He saw Jon Snow at the mall he was shoppin'
My fans took a pic with him thought it was me huh
Bighead nah won't fold
Won't fold
And my shooters ain't worried' 'bout growin' old
Rattlesnake h*es stone cold
Stone cold
White b***h with me sniffin' that Post Malone
Might pour a lil' four for the background
Yeah
Got trees on trees like a campground
Trap
Send fifty-six babies in a Greyhound
You know the larger the risk the bigger the payout
B***h
Only the real ones stay down
This couch cost more than the car that you pay now
Huh
Y'all don't even know who to blame now
That's why your b***h wanna f**k on me and the gang now
I get the profit and dip I don't hang out
Look like John Wick when I'm bringin' them things out
I break the back off a b***h 'til it gives out
Everyone gangsta 'til choppers get whipped out
Huh
D**n yeah
Everyone gangsta 'til choppers get whipped out
Ya dig
Lil Harse
Look like John Wick when I'm bringin' them things out
Lil Harse
