文本歌词

Boogie - Live 95
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And I wish I could fly a jet
With her and have sex with her
All the instagram h**s in the world
The world
Yeah my n**ga the world in the world
I wish I could smoke a blunt
With her and maybe f**k with her
Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl
No no no no don't tell my girl
Uh tell my girl yeah
I said it's too much dough to be hurt yeah
I don't know what I'm worth yeah
I've been broke since my birth yeah
Too much h**s in my search yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt yeah
I hope you grippin' what you love
'Cause they coming to steal your joy
How come every time we function
They telling us kill the noise
Why the f**k my baby mama keep sayin' I'm still a boy
Find your bliss in the abyss
And it prolly could fill the void
I'm sayin' boy I ain't touch my ceiling
That's prolly from effort giving
Searching for better living that sh*t come from repetition
I feel I've been less efficient
I feel I'm too pressed for b**ches
Keep saying f them n**gas
But still ain't address it with em'
You stressin' when it's
Too much dough to be hurt yeah
I don't know what I'm worth yeah
I've been broke since my birth yeah
Too much h**s in my search yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt yeah
Now if your pockets been low and your sh*t was all bad
Now your b**ches all mad 'cause you getting to the bag
Put your hands up yo yo
All my n**gas put your hands up
Ladies now if your beauty still glow
And you got a dark past
And you know that you got class
Then go 'head and shake your a**
Put your hands up ladies all my ladies put your hands up