Boogie - Live 95 Lyrics

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit

And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex with her (shit)
All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world)
Yeah my nigga the world, in the world (shit)
I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe fuck with her
Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl
No no, no no, don't tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah

I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah
I don't know what I'm worth, yeah
I've been broke since my birth, yeah
Too much hoes in my search, yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

I hope you grippin' what you love
'Cause they coming to steal your joy
How come every time we function, they tellin' us kill the noise?
Why the fuck my baby mama keep sayin' I'm still a boy?
Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void
I'm sayin', boy, I ain't touch my ceiling
That's prolly from effort givin'
Searching for better livin', that shit come from repetition
I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for bitches
Keep saying "F them niggas," but still ain't address it with em'
You stressin' when it's

Too much dough to be hurt, yeah
I don't know what I'm worth, yeah
I've been broke since my birth, yeah
Too much hoes in my search, yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad
Now your bitches all mad, 'cause you gettin' to the bag
Put your hands up, yo yo
All my niggas put your hands up
Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past
And you know that you got class
Then go 'head and shake your ass
Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up