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Doe Boy – BOFFUM Lyrics

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BOFFUM Lyrics by Doe Boy (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

 

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, uh (Phew, boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Doe Beezy, boffum)

Smokin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Oh really? Boffum)

Fuckin’ on both of them bitches, uh (Boffum)

Fuckin’ on both of them bitches (Buddah Bless this beat, ah)

Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)

Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)

‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (Grrah, grrah, boffum)

My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)

My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)

Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Fuck all of your dead n*****, they got me drunk as fuck

Got kicked out gang, bitch, take that tattoo off your face, we touched you up

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You keep talkin’ ’bout, “Can’t say what’s his name is,” but he fucked you up

He wanna know how up it is, well, that’s what bitch, it’s up, it’s fucked, bitch, it’s stuck

One phone call, shooters run out the cut

Everyday like garbage day, ya better run when I dump

N****, try me in the slump, that’s your mans? Get smoked with ’em, uh, uh, uh

Feel on a groupie, that bitch so choosy

She send me a DM, won’t open ’em up

I just saw a opp in traffic, his windows weren’t tinted up

Had him lean back in his seat, tryna roll his window up

All they do is talk about us, can’t name what they did to us

Couple opps down, hunnid more to go, n****, I gotta finish up

Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)

Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)


‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (Grrah, grrah, boffum)

My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)

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My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)

Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, uh (Phew, boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)

Smokin’ on both of them n***** (Let’s do it, boffum)

Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)

Fuckin’ on both of them bitches, uh (Boffum)

Fuckin’ on both of them bitches (Bagg, oh really?)

Who you know beat the case and pulled off in the Wraith? (Who?)

Switches on me, I ain’t playin’ it safe (Me)

What’s that, Chrome Heart? Yeah, you know sum’

Real glass house on my forearm

Stick pokin’ out like a sore thumb

Pussycat diamonds made your ho come

Get the Dior or the Louis Vuitton

Couldn’t decide, so I cop boffum (Everything)

They Maybach, the Lamb’, the Track’, I stand on that fire

I done threw red on all of ’em

I came in that bitch with some hi-hats, play with that fire (What?)

You fuck around and get shot at

You play like you wheel and deal

But when I did homework, I found you was not there

Wake up and go look out the blinds before I go piss (Why?)

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Treatin’ the mansion like the projects (Big Bagg)

Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)

Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)

‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (I blow boffum)

My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)

My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)

Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Boffum, boffum (Run that murder gang)

Boffum (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

You n***** bird food

Boffum, boffum

Boffum (Shit, boffum)


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