LA Da Boomman

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Street nigga, erything exotic dough

Ghetto bitch, look just like a model hoe

Next year car got this here a month ago

Neck, wrist, ear, erything froze

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

On some rich nigga shit, I’m a rich nigga bitch

Better fuck with a boss, if you want … fits

Thirsty ass bitch do another 10 bed, not a dollar counterfeit

And they can’t do what I do

I got self … I swear your man pop tears

I’m a young flop … coast nigga

Riding in a Maybach, you can call me Rick Ross nigga

And I get it for the whole sale

Take it to the streets and go and sell it for the retail

I just doubled up 2 bad bitches to me at hotel

It’s 2 girls in my bed and I bet them bitches won’t tell

Street nigga, erything exotic dough

Ghetto bitch, look just like a model hoe

Next year car got this here a month ago

Neck, wrist, ear, erything froze

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

I’m in LA with the booming, taking trips on bizness plan

Trying to run my money up, quicker than some quick sand

Tell them made my outfit, this y’all niggas…

Every time I hit the club I turn on like I’m watching fan

30 deep I’m with my clean popping bottles throwing cash

Cameras out, hoes going crazy for the kid man

Fuck the couch, fuck the club, I’m turnd up to the ceiling man

Ain’t no one here fucking with me, bitch they call me Peter Pan

Cinemax, 3d shit, hoe I’m on demand

Shows all day, I’m on the road, getting them free benz

…bitch you know the school, we kick our feet back

… how you love that?

Street nigga, erything exotic dough

Ghetto bitch, look just like a model hoe

Next year car got this here a month ago

Neck, wrist, ear, erything froze

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

I’m a walking atm, pouring let them hoes some cash

And we got Michael in this bitch, that’s a lot of swag

Late don’t you do it to them, fuck you bring that jury out

We don’t need…we still gonna bring that level out

… I just joined the military, bitch you strapped like 8 soldiers

My best … shout out to my left arm

… I should not be slept on, …plus the wrist is ugly

I’m seeing money, and I’m a fucking rolling stone

I’m living good nigga, boom man put me on

You niggas work your own

Street nigga, erything exotic dough

Ghetto bitch, look just like a model hoe

Next year car got this here a month ago

Neck, wrist, ear, erything froze

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

And then my light it up, and then my light it up

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