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switches - boosie badazz lyrics

[intro: boosie badazz & youngboy never broke again]
switches, switches, switches, switches (ah sh*t, grrt)
switches, switches, switches (this that b*tch right here)
switches, switches (the f*ck wrong with them, bro?)
switches, switches, switches, switches, switches

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
i got my gun in this b*tch, when i come in this b*tch
if you ask, i’ma tell you, “i’m stuck with this b*tch”
i’ma up from the hip, bust you up with this b*tch
i just really believe this b*tch did go
bang when he slippin’, i’m takin’ his soul
hit with that stick, n*gga shootin’ the top of the road
bet i roam, when i’m bangin’ that pole
f*ck ’em ’cause all of them n*ggas some hoes, top
i got the glock with the box on the back, gloves on my hand, with my glock in my jacket
i get that fire and i fire at your ass
i’ma hop out and chase him, tryna do that boy bad
i got them red hollows up in the mag
that blue light at the whip, i don’t stop for they ass, hit the gas and i smash, baow
hit the gas and i’m gone, gone
tell me how y’all wanna do it
totin’ these sticks, know i’m holdin’ that sack, and i’m sippin’ back green on all this fluid
hackin’, this b*tch nasty (wow)
she had birkin, now she wan’ get to it (whoa)
how i be wearin’ these diamonds all the f*ckin’ ’round your town (kentrell)
wait i f*cked up, just add the hook (i did)
dumb, p*ssy, p*ssy
[chorus: boosie badazz]
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go—

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
it’s a murder in two seconds, we empty that thirty in two seconds
this a whole lotta fire that you can’t put out, this a whole lotta steppin’ with no questions
two to his head, one in his partner leg, three in the chest to the backseat
he ain’t even know how to shoot that b*tch, but he hit ’em all, they was three deep
ol’ p*ssy*ass, we gon’ get his ass
clown*ass, we gon’ it his ass
ray lewis, we gon’ blitz his ass
auntie whoopin’, switch his ass
better remember, how you played and how you say it, ’cause we gon’ stop his ass
body bags, on body bags, i should be called, “lil’ body bag”
grandma chair, rock his ass
buster land, watch his ass
with one gun, we chopped his ass
this show money, we droppin’ that
troll his ass, then block his ass, out the window, clock his ass
these n*ggas was missin’, but we do the fishin’
real demand, got his ass

[chorus: boosie badazz]
p*ssy*ass n*gga
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go— (hlrrd)
if i say, “it’s up in this b*tch, and it’s stuck in this b*tch,” when i up in this b*tch, and you done in this b*tch, don’t forget this a switch in this b*tch, it go—
[verse 3: boosie badazz]
when this sh*t up, they call me (bossman)
they ain’t waitin’ on the call, they gon’ call me (bossman)
my lil’ n*gga be ready, and one of them deadly
he on that powder, in the backseat
ouu, them b*tches hit everything, hit his b*tch, hit the step, ‘frigerator, and the nightstand
switch the pictures down, missed his head, but shot off his right hand
they don’t like n*ggas who make it rain, we gon’ rain shower your p*ssy ass
these 60 shots comin’ through the glass, that’s two switches and two hands
“what he want for it?” two bands, and this b*tch already come on the key (yeah)
silencer on top this b*tch, this what we call a mop*away
we gon’ slice that boy like rachel do them onions (onion)
we gon’ eat that p*ssy*boy, like my cousin brunson eat them funyuns (funyuns)
b don’t talk me out (don’t talk me out)
first one in the city, with them, yeah
n*gga let’s talk about it
shoutout to master p, but in the streets, i’m, “mr. ’bout it ’bout”

- boosie badazz lyrics

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