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nan nxxga - fb boochie lyrics

[intro]
(f*ckin’ producin’ my beats, its by me)

[pre*horus: fb boochie]
i ain’t finna walk in no n*gga boots, nd’ rap bout sh*t that i know i ain’t do
i ain’t finna call up no n*gga b*tch, nd’ tell her some sh*t that i know ain’t true
(nope)
i ain’t finna hang round no nother n*gga who really be hatin’ cause they know that ain’t true (know that ain’t true)
free my n*ggas thats locked in the jail, for doin’ some sh*t that they know they ain’t do

[chorus: lil bam]
i ain’t finna hit nothin’, know a n*gga blunt if i know his sh*t ain’t blowin’ like a flute
talkin’ to pillars nd’ gossip in groups
n*gga be lyin’ nd’ kick it like boots
nd’ i finna lay up with no n*gga hoe, said i’m tryina poke this lil thing till it poot
nd’ i finna ain’t gunna talk about sh*t that i ain’t ever did cause that just some sh*t that the don can’t do

[verse 1: fb boochie]
you ain’t ever shot up the kick back *boom*
or made a op come get his lic back *skirt*
you ain’t never had a og hatin’ on you
you might have to push a n*gga sh*t back
nd’ i been have the sauce, big mac (ayе)
and i use to make plays with a big mac (do it)
any n*gga play get a sh*t bag
evеry b*tch i f*ck get a big bag *blrrt*
boy you used to get slapped with your b*tch ass *bam*
you don’t think i remember you son? (you?)
and you know i had to cap my sh*t (why)
n*gga i’m in this b*tch with the don
aye, i’m in this b*tch with a gun (yuh)
flow hard like [?]
preach to him like red rum
lets do it like d*mn son (lets do it)
[pre*horus: fb boochie]
i ain’t finna walk in no n*gga boots, nd’ rap bout sh*t that i know i ain’t do
i ain’t finna call up no n*gga b*tch, nd’ tell her some sh*t that i know ain’t true
(nope)
i ain’t finna hang round no nother n*gga who really be hatin’ cause they know that ain’t true (know that ain’t true)
free my n*ggas thats locked in the jail, for doin’ some sh*t that they know they ain’t do

[verse 2: lil bam]
i could’ve slid through the hood in the benz, but took they ass
jeffery like drivin’ the coup
she sent me her number nd’ i went through her friends cause i’m tryina f*ck this lil hoe up by the two
go straight in the booth and i don’t do no pen cause i’m only talkin’ bout sh*t that i do
nd’ i got some k!llers just like donald trump, but i keep my troops cause i know they gon’ shoot
i don’t put the stick in the trunk cause i’m ready to dump, to be honest its just been a while
just cause i been workin’ nd’ sh*t, but i murder some sh*t
if you try me? i’m gon’ walk em down
just wanted to f*ck the lil b*tch, but she love me nd’ sh*t
nd’ she tryina trap me with a child
i stay on some hustler sh*t, i get money nd’ sh*t; nd’ i sit back nd’ just watch a pile
[pre*horus: fb boochie]
i ain’t finna walk in no n*gga boots, nd’ rap bout sh*t that i know i ain’t do
i ain’t finna call up no n*gga b*tch, nd’ tell her some sh*t that i know ain’t true
(nope)
i ain’t finna hang round no nother n*gga who really be hatin’ cause they know that ain’t true (know that ain’t true)
free my n*ggas thats locked in the jail, for doin’ some sh*t that they know they ain’t do

- fb boochie lyrics

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