A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Startender (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Startender (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, shawty got ass, she
just got a tummy tuck
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Let’s get into it
Watch your bitch
Hmm, ain’t fucking with
no off brand bitch
Ooh, don’t think these
niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I’m
Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
I rap my lyrics when I perform
Married to the grind,
I brought my ring
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
but check the bank
no off brand bitch
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I’m Biggaveli
Baby so cold, he from the north,
he from the Canada
Offset!
100 in my fanny, yeah (Hunnid)
Running up the engine for
like lalala, lalala
Wanna hop on drift, take
off your panties, huh
Niggas see my wrist and they can’t
stand me, huh (Baguettes)
Got the paper, went to school
Patek on my wrist, this shit
ain’t cheap, cheap
Perc’y or the Addy, which
one you gon’ eat?
And we got status in the back
and meet the Grim Reap’
Green light lambo with
yo bitch creepin’
We get the poppin’ bodies so
I let the TEC feed ’em
I put the North up on my back,
I get the M’s, I feed ’em
Bitch, I’m number one like
I’m Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white
like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for
me like Remy (Remy)
Poppin’ shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly,
have my nigga 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 pussy and you pretty, but you
better off the Henny (Yeah)
I ain’t Ray J, told a bitch,
“Wait a minute” (Yeah)
Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch,
“Come and get it” (Hol’ up)
Shawty, you a star, got all
these niggas wishin’
She gotta make it count, hit
me up, when you finished
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 and shoulders, yeah,
knees, yeah, going, yeah
Hmm, ain’t fucking with no
off brand bitch (Bang)
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