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Moo Moo Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Boomin
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Jacolby Davis




Yung Boomin - Moo Moo Lyrics




Yeah, uh, y'all already know what the f*ck I'm on
Ayy, ayy, dope fein double back like it's voodoo
And lil whore im the shit, I'm the doo-doo

Up the Glock if you f*ck with lil' Moomoo
I don't want your lil' bitch, keep your boo-boo
I'ma aim at your top, at your noodle
And Lil bitch , I'ma pit you a poodle

Wave the stick in the air like I'm doodle
Keep the toaster on side me like strudel
Yeah, whoa, any beat, it be easy to flow it
He a bitch, but we already know it

Snapping hard , you might think I'm a poet
Count the back end and spend and blow it
While I hit it, she pray to the Lord
If it's pressure, don't try to avoid

Smokeing za so I don't get annoyed
Switch it up, can't nobody ever do it like me
Hit the Block A1s and a Fresh White T
Make a movie' with your bitch like my name Spike Lee

She had asked me if I'm rolling, told her
Bitch, I might be
And I never gave a f*ck if nobody like me
Tell my youngin calm down, before you have to write me

If you f*ck with , pot of gold, I'ma kill the whole street
Cause I know that my nigga feel the same about me
I'ma walk on the beat like I ain't got a car
Acetone with the raw, so it stretch a lil' far

Big chop in the trunk and the shit go fa
Tell my mama, chill, one day, I'ma be a star
J-Po told me I ain't shit without a face card
So you know that I gotta go way too hard

And you know a young nigga move way too smart
When I blow, we gon' bubble and I mean it from the heart
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Yeah, uh, y'all already know what the f*ck I'm on
Ayy, ayy, dope fein double back like it's voodoo
And lil whore im the shit, I'm the doo-doo

Up the Glock if you f*ck with lil' Moomoo
I don't want your lil' bitch, keep your boo-boo
I'ma aim at your top, at your noodle
And Lil bitch , I'ma pit you a poodle

Wave the stick in the air like I'm doodle
Keep the toaster on side me like strudel
Yeah, whoa, any beat, it be easy to flow it
He a bitch, but we already know it

Snapping hard , you might think I'm a poet
Count the back end and spend and blow it
While I hit it, she pray to the Lord
If it's pressure, don't try to avoid

Smokeing za so I don't get annoyed
Switch it up, can't nobody ever do it like me
Hit the Block A1s and a Fresh White T
Make a movie' with your bitch like my name Spike Lee

She had asked me if I'm rolling, told her
Bitch, I might be
And I never gave a f*ck if nobody like me
Tell my youngin calm down, before you have to write me

If you f*ck with , pot of gold, I'ma kill the whole street
Cause I know that my nigga feel the same about me
I'ma walk on the beat like I ain't got a car
Acetone with the raw, so it stretch a lil' far

Big chop in the trunk and the shit go fa
Tell my mama, chill, one day, I'ma be a star
J-Po told me I ain't shit without a face card
So you know that I gotta go way too hard

And you know a young nigga move way too smart
When I blow, we gon' bubble and I mean it from the heart
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Writer: Jacolby Davis
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