Yeah, she gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I ain't sayin' you a boss, can't even control your hoe
I don't wanna see a bitch, cause the bitch can't match my smoke
I be gettin' to the money, bein' broke was never no joke
Ion listen to these niggas, these niggas be fakin' phony
I be prayin' up to God, I don't never fall in love with no hoe
Cause when I get drunk, I hit a bitch once and she won't see me in the morning
But if I think she the one, I'll turn the bitch up
She want a BBL with her ass so fat,
You can see the shit from the front
Yeah, she gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I'm stuck to the paper like a now and later Told her I'ma get them guts now and later
She ate the dick hoe like an alligator Then she won't ever see me, I'm John Cena
She think bad, plus she a diva I told her I don't need her, but being broke is my weakness
Whatever I bought, you can keep it, consider us even
I did what I did and you did what you did But ain't nobody leavin', I Ike and you Tina
I stay on my toes, ballerina I stick to the code like a porcupine
If you ask me, I'm doin' more than fine She wanna argue while I hear his money talkin
And see dollar signs, I'm on your ass if you short a dime
If you want it cheaper, then just get a pound
She gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me, an telling me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me, can I eat a coochie? Bitch, I might, like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you Dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a Jeep, but I want a Musane I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
Boejiff - Druski (feat. IBZ CA$TRO) Lyrics
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Yeah, she gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I ain't sayin' you a boss, can't even control your hoe
I don't wanna see a bitch, cause the bitch can't match my smoke
I be gettin' to the money, bein' broke was never no joke
Ion listen to these niggas, these niggas be fakin' phony
I be prayin' up to God, I don't never fall in love with no hoe
Cause when I get drunk, I hit a bitch once and she won't see me in the morning
But if I think she the one, I'll turn the bitch up
She want a BBL with her ass so fat,
You can see the shit from the front
Yeah, she gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I'm stuck to the paper like a now and later Told her I'ma get them guts now and later
She ate the dick hoe like an alligator Then she won't ever see me, I'm John Cena
She think bad, plus she a diva I told her I don't need her, but being broke is my weakness
Whatever I bought, you can keep it, consider us even
I did what I did and you did what you did But ain't nobody leavin', I Ike and you Tina
I stay on my toes, ballerina I stick to the code like a porcupine
If you ask me, I'm doin' more than fine She wanna argue while I hear his money talkin
And see dollar signs, I'm on your ass if you short a dime
If you want it cheaper, then just get a pound
She gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me, an telling me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me, can I eat a coochie? Bitch, I might, like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you Dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a Jeep, but I want a Musane I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I ain't sayin' you a boss, can't even control your hoe
I don't wanna see a bitch, cause the bitch can't match my smoke
I be gettin' to the money, bein' broke was never no joke
Ion listen to these niggas, these niggas be fakin' phony
I be prayin' up to God, I don't never fall in love with no hoe
Cause when I get drunk, I hit a bitch once and she won't see me in the morning
But if I think she the one, I'll turn the bitch up
She want a BBL with her ass so fat,
You can see the shit from the front
Yeah, she gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me tell me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me can I eat a coochie Bitch I might like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a jeep, but I want a Musaen I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
I'm stuck to the paper like a now and later Told her I'ma get them guts now and later
She ate the dick hoe like an alligator Then she won't ever see me, I'm John Cena
She think bad, plus she a diva I told her I don't need her, but being broke is my weakness
Whatever I bought, you can keep it, consider us even
I did what I did and you did what you did But ain't nobody leavin', I Ike and you Tina
I stay on my toes, ballerina I stick to the code like a porcupine
If you ask me, I'm doin' more than fine She wanna argue while I hear his money talkin
And see dollar signs, I'm on your ass if you short a dime
If you want it cheaper, then just get a pound
She gave me top like a toupee Then I ran out the door like I'm Hussein
She text me, an telling me I'm goofy I said that I had to go do things
She ask me, can I eat a coochie? Bitch, I might, like I'm Gucci
Talk about what we could've been, you Dreski Tell her I'm on my way home like Lucci
I got a Jeep, but I want a Musane I'm picking her brain, got her lost like a maze
Do something wrong that's the topic for days I know that you mad, but I can't say the same
Let's go get this paper, it's gon' be okay
Writer: Arik Smith
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