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lirik lagu boomerang (whatchu been doin) – pardison fontaine

[intro]
boy watchu been doin’
boy watchu been doin’, doin’
boy watchu been doin’, doin’
boy watchu been doin’, doin’
boy, boy, boy watch been doin’

[verse 1]
you know how i do
everything that i drop now is that hot new
but, i plan on being here for a minute
i see these other n*ggas in the drive*thru
everyday i thank god that i’m not you
i wake up and think: “d*mn, what you pac do?”
look, i’m not a k!ller, but don’t push me
‘cause i’ll lay a n*gga down if i got to
watchu say
f*ck i gotta front for
make the phone call, send a couple to your front door (gagagaga)
it ain’t nothing if you want war
believe that, but listen that ain’t what i come for
i said i’m baring my soul, showing my heart
they come at my neck, they pick at my flaws
i slipped
i fell
i pick up my cross
i say: “it happens”
we moving like gods
made it out the hood
what are the odds
now i’m in power, broke a 48 laws
i record in the crib, in the booth in my drawers
they can’t walk in my shoes, sh*t in my store
talking ‘bout me, they got some [?]
chris and cliff, b*tch i’m a paul
we don’t love these hoes, ‘cause these hoes ain’t know us
‘less she drop it to the floor, make a round of applause like:
go on make it clap for a n*gga
go on make it clap for a n*gga
bad b*tch, everyone that rap wanna get her
3 bottles of ace
that’s a stack for the liquor
‘cause i just saw meek throw 30
and i just wanna fit in
i should be happy just to make it to the league, right?
nah, then you won’t even get in
girl, i don’t know who he is, but he sure good looking
got the cops and promoters, both tryna book him
got my n*ggas and the chef, both of them cooking
f*cked 2 bad b*tches, told ‘em both good looking
lord
i know it’s hard right now
my n*gga, and i feel for ya
the game got’ be mine for a minute, but
i might leave it in my wheel for ya
ayy

[chorus]
watchu been doin’
boy, watchu been doin’
i’ve been in this club all night
baby, i been in this club all night
i told you i was here on business
she said: “i’m tryna f*ck”, all right
baby, watchu been doin’
look, i’m who it is
i’m putting on for the crib
watchu been doin’
thinking ‘bout these hoes that i f*cked
and all the lives that i’ve ruined
watchu been doin’

[verse 2]
what it looking like
remember, i couldn’t get a thousand on a good night
man, i dropped a couple songs
it’s the hood life
and like that, overnight, it just took flight
now i get paid before i even lay the verse down
‘cause i body everything
i should drive a hertz around
women pull they panties off, before they put their purchase down
n*ggas payin’ bread, just to see the boy in person now
n*ggas, wassup
i can see them n*ggas hurting now
not a dj, but i can see the table turnin’ now
f*ck ‘em all
tell ‘em take a person out
first floor
only thing that i’m worried ‘bout
left mama in the crib, turn the [?] now
she went to the riverside, just to lay the [?] down
fontaine
i’m the n*gga that they heard about
wasn’t sure before, but i know that they’re for certain now
i read the magazines
they overrate n*ggas
put them in the booth with me and i erase n*ggas
bunch of d*ck*riders
man, i hate n*ggas
but i’mma put ‘em in their place
i’m a gravedigger
i brought the music to ‘em
they tried to play n*ggas
now when the label come around, i’mma rate n*ggas
i’m twice as good, i want double what you pay n*ggas
if you hesitate, i’mma triple it, play with us
i said 1.5, they said the boy lost it
i want more than more than my forefathers was all offered
cop a oldschool, drive it all awkward
tryna be paul wall, pray i don’t get paul walker’ed
come in, k!lling sh*t like jamal crawford
these new artists is all garbage and all talkers
f*ck ‘em
i’m here now, who gon’ stop us
our father
who are in heaven
hallowed be thy name
hallowed be my [?]
say a hundred hail marys while i [?]
still sing marvin g*ye, while i hold my b*tch
i’m a old school player, they don’t know ‘bout this
p*ssy n*gga don’t be reaching for no pound
‘cause you not my man
i take pride in my sh*t
mufasa’s clan
got these n*ggas jelly, ‘cause i’m who got the jam
sh*t banging like a two*year old with two pots and pans
they say: “boy you too fly, you got to land”  pardi fontaine, n*gga who hot to d*mn
b*tches throw p*ssy at me like a boomerang
darling, i’m the new marcus graham

[outro]

- pardison fontaine

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