Girlfriend — текст песни (Rasaq f Chamillionaire, Lil Boo)

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3]
Your girlfriend, in a suburban
She`s tryna pretend, that`s she a virgin
She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend
But I`m for certain, that I ain`t workin`
*I`m in person, to see her flirtin`
Suckin` n slirpin, and showin` her skin
And now her boyfriend, cussin` n cursin
But I`m alertin, That I will hurt him*

*Only said the third time the hook is sung*

King Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa
Koopa Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)
Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne
Gotta keep it gutta mayne
Koookoookooopa
I ain`t gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might

[Lil Boo]
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I`m facin`
Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, cuz lil boo is not patient
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin` outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, puttin` up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine
After that it`s lil kim n sprite can up on my mind
Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to
But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes
It`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne
It`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne
It`s lil boo mayne, hold up

[Lil Boo- talking]
Hold up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin`, tryna make this paper
This is ghetto status mayne
Don`t put me on this funny beats no mo
Come on, tear up the mic uh

[Rasaq]
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya pins lay it down
Lay `em down, lay `em down
The pad lay `em down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya mic lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya foos lay it down
Cuz I`m hear, rappin` in ya right ears
Spittin` in ya left side
This is down south, I ain`t worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin` progress
Plus I`m wearin` ice religously so I tell `em god bless
Niggaz comin` out soft, like maple car stressed
And I`m (Breathing) like a dogs breath
And I ain`t even harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin` pencil
I don`t care what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over
When the days over
I`m wit ya good drankin`, and she clingin` to my nuts
now that`s what I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of soda
Haha, I`m outta ya league like sammy sosa
Nigga, jus remember that



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