A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) (en) Lyrics
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I woke up to like ninety-
nine missed calls
That's like ninety-nine people
I probably pissed off
Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call
Damn, niggas make me
hate my cell phone
Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio
Last time I dropped an album
was like a year ago
Yeah, you tellin' me you starving,
but I been there though
Like growin' up, breakfast, lunch
and dinner wasn't cereal
I know what's up
You just wanna be all in the
videos and smoke it up
I know you ain't really with the
shits but you just throw it up
Pretty bitches in my city litty,
they just going up
Nigga, you just wanna be around
me 'cause my money up
Heard them goofy niggas tryna line
me, they don't want smoke with us
Had to pop an Addy, I was down,
yeah, had to focus up
Most my niggas dogs, I hit up bitches
that my homies fucked
I hear too much me in niggas'
songs, so I had to switch it
up, I had to switch it up
Pick out diamonds in particular
'cause I'm just rich as fuck
Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon,
I got my hoodie up
They know exactly how we give
it up, shoot a bully up
And you bitches know that
I cannot waste no time
Bitch, I'm really grindin'
If I ever said, "I love
you", never mind it
Especially when I feel like
you out here thottin'
I threaten you, but I fuck
with you, let's be honest
I hide the fact that I love
to smoke on exotic
Flowers, I give you all my hours
I fuck around, I miss you
though, I promise
Bonnie and Clyde issues,
guns around us
No bozos in my circle, they get cut
We can't even get around, I
got my hoodie on in public
House arrest in Florida, they
always checked up on me
So when I was in the studio
I said I was in Publix
If you could walk in my shoes,
you could walk on water
Percocets like NyQuil, got
my buying sawed-offs
Since I been in high school,
I been feeling heartless
I swear I was like you,
now look at me ballin'
10K on one fit, fly like I departed
Stay with that rocket,
ooh, I go J. Harden
Can't tell if I got it,
but I stay on it
And they stay frontin',
but it ain't nothin'
'Cause I make money, talkin' big money
If I go broke, stay away from me
If I go broke, I'ma
take money
I might go broke in my late hundreds
It's hard not to talk money
'cause I got money now
And these chains around my neck
worth over two hundred thou
And Puma just gave me a budget,
I should say, "Fuck it"
And give it to the schools 'cause they
need it more than I need it now
Swear I paid my dues, I should speak
up more though, I'm playin' quiet
Tryna keep it cool like the
time I was in the studio
with Future and his goons
Sittin' next to my favorite rapper,
actin' scared to say it to him
Used to bump "March Madness,"
poppin' Addys because of you
After you and Drizzy dropped,
then I got in tune (Yeah)
Drizzy, that's my broski, I
appreciate you too
First time in the Garden, it was
all because of you
I probably was OD-in' to do
a song but I was new
I can't lie, oh, you was like
my idol, ask my crew
Right when I thought viral was
viral, Tekashi blew
And that's my nigga too, I fuck
with you, I swear to God
Type of nigga keep that shit
a hundred, cameras off
And I'm the type of nigga you
might see in Saint Laurent
Different places, Cleveland,
Miami, but I ain't LeBron
With different bitches, denims
lookin' like they painted on
Listenin' to "D.T.B",
that's our favorite song
I don't trust bitches
But you're just like me, that's
why I don't trust bitches
This your favorite song
I don't love bitches
Fuck bitches, DTB, no,
I don't trust bitches
When you're home, all alone
Reminiscin' my Dior cologne
No going back, I really took your soul
I know
Woke up with the chills
Took a pill with my milk
Like it's not a big deal
Free all of my bros
Free my nigga PeeWee, free
my nigga Skills, now
Man, you gotta see me,
see how I came up now
Used to wear the same shit, I ain't
lookin' like no bum now
I'm a New York nigga, hangin'
laces off my Uptowns
Grew up in the jungle where
they rumblin' for dust now
Runnin' 'round the BX,
RIP to Big Pun, now
And I don't know why
I feel like they wanna take my life
And it's all
Wanna fuck my wife
And these niggas wanna take my life
Yeah, it's alright
And it's alright
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