Bomaye Lyrics

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Who you? Who you? Mack smooth in the spot

You know Louie too cool, come through with the hots

Murder all the competition, I ain't lose in a while

And it ain't no way that I'm a lose to you now

Ain't no bread in my pocket cause my bread on the block

Lil bitch ain't my bitch but on my dick cause I'm hot

Got a stocking full of stuffing cause you naughty, you a thot

I don't like it girl I love it, do you love me or my block

Fuck a blogging ass Nigga

Hating, complaining, dick riding then quick to logging off'n ass Nigga

Frauding ass Nigga

I don't owe you shit, flodging ass Nigga

Die about my respect

Live without no regrets

Pinnacle bet I reach that

Hit it from the back she trying reach back

Chase, chase, chase, chase the bag

Live and die by the cash

My ceiling made of glass

Hop right out on they ass

You know Lou swing moods when I'm hot

Come through with my whole one, two, cause I'm hot

Good news, bad news, bad news is you not

Good news is you get to watch Lou take the spot

If I lose, I'm a plot, how to move, gotta watch

It's a couple loose screws, screws loose in my watch

And I'm never on time 'less we getting to the guap

Then, I'm skipping, running, hopping, shit I'm sprinting to the guap

Got some chicks in my phone, got a chick on my top

Homemade lemonade with a slit in the top

All I wanted was to stack my chips with the guys

Lobster bisque, but we still like fish with the fries (NOW WOW)

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Bomaye! Bomaye

Who the fuck is that there stunting on me

Man I was down, fourth down and they punted on me

I wasn't ranked but the bank know them numbers on me

Know if she brown and she down then she coming with me

(We was turnt)

We was OT, we was so T'd

Brodie bought his floor seats from selling nosebleed

I ball like OT, I'm in my own league

Now all the youngings wanna sign to DoYouKnowMe

I do it just like she like

Don't got a type, you my type

Down for my Niggas for life

Even still in the next life

Might be a few that I pipe

But that don't mean that you my wife

I put that pussy on flights

I got that pussy for life

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Louie! Bomaye

Bomaye! Bomaye