Correction Paroles Boy Runs With Snakes par Father

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Where you dance at, girl?
Tryna throw these ends on you, yeah (Take it off)
Throw my last on you (Throw it up, throw it up)
Pull up with my yoots (Pull up, pull up)
At 'em, shoot my loot (Yeah)
Roll up in my whoop
Dolo in my whoop, yah

When yo shift end?
Baby, let's get sh*tfaced
Hit the road and make some mistakes
n***as call me "boy runs with snakes"
Get the racks and make her heart break
Hit the pack and then my heart race
Yeah, the room keep spinnin' like roulette
Make her choke until shе blue face

Yeah, I keep juicе in a cup
I keep a lot on my plate
I don't get starstruck
Always run a lil late
'Cause I know n***as gon' wait
Know what she did last summer
I got the freak on tape
She told you she was gay
Don't give out my number
n***as a waste
Always ask for favors
Grey leggings, I can read her lips
She say her coochie flavored, yeah
Bread in, help her count her tips
b*t*h bought me Gucci blazer, young hot
Ooh, he keep that fire, that boy a hell-raiser
Mover, shaker, innovator
Take a b*t*h and renovate her, yeah
Send them packs in Winnebago, switch it up
Sing that sh*t, I'm f**kin' J-Lo
Beyoncé, I can see your f**kin' halo
Icy b*t*h, got Pisces b*t*h, I'm Galileo
Rally all my f**kin' kids
Put 'em on the playground
Fly her in, buss her down
Send her back on Greyhound
I created a f**kin' cult
I had n***as spellbound
Wanted me to buy her soul
Now she f**kin' hell-bound
Now she f**kin' hell-bound, yeah

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