Startender - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie feat Offset & Tyga
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your b_tch
Yeah
Ah
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Elliot the chains, now it's time to run it up
In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah
Yeah, shawty got ass
She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
[Offset:]
Offset!
Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (Hunnid)
Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (Fam)
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Woo)
Baguettes in my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes)
Coco on my Maybach like it's "Free Meech" (Smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this sh_t ain't cheap, cheap (Woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
If we got static, send the baddie, meet the Grim Reaper (Statis, static)
Green lime Lambo' with your b_tch creepin' (Skrrt)
He got to poppin' 'bout it, so I let the TEC eat him (Brrt, huh)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (Hey!)
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
[Tyga:]
B_tch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my b_tch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly, have my n_gga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny
Good p_ssy and you pretty, but you better off the Henny (Yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a b_tch, "Wait a minute" (Yeah)
Diamonds on my d_ck, told the b_tch, "Come and get it" (Hol' up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these n_ggas wishin'
She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch
Ooh, don't think these n_ggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Hmm, ain't f_cking with no off brand b_tch (Bang)
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