Listen to Takeover (feat. squirl beats) by Boothy

Takeover (feat. squirl beats)

Boothy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Griffin Booth
Griffin Booth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Griffin Booth
Griffin Booth
Producer
Hoodwill
Hoodwill
Producer

Lyrics

Saw a bad bitch and I had to hit that Only had a 40 and a motherfuckin' big stack It was a big stack, she liked my big stack She was a gold digger but you know I had to hit that Boothy poppin' all the opps when they be bumpin Hit em with a 40, that boy dead, it was nothing Boothy take over the street Chillin' smokin' gas, just please take a seat Tell the bitches to come eat They be actin crazy cause they want my sweet treat Boothy bumpin', yeah, he hittin' every beat My bitch so jealous that she goes and fuckin' cheats Yeah, she goes and fuckin' cheats Boothy is a rapper so he's making all the cheese She be so broke, she gotta live on the streets Kick that bitch out, she he gets used like a piece Get smoked like a piece I be smokin' Yoshi, you be smokin' Reese Smokin' gas and that shit is fuckin' yeast Puffin' up a storm, made a hurricane in Greece Made a storm from the Za, that is whack Cuffin' on that bitch and I be fuckin' from the back All my bitches get attacked I be treatin' them like plaques Treat em like plaques They say Boothy better pack Got the opps in the back and they mad Try to catch but I'm cutting in my plaid She be so horny, that's why she comes back Can't get in less, you bad We got the opps, and I fuckin' shoot em like a Boothy poppin' all the opps when they be bumpin Hit em with a 40, that boy dead, it was nothing Boothy take over the street Chillin' smokin' gas, just please take a seat Tell the bitchs to come eat They be actin' crazy cause they want my sweet treat Boothy bumpin', yeah, he hittin' every beat My bitch so jealous that she goes and fuckin cheats Spun the block one time, I spun quick She a bad bitch, yeah, she doin' all the tricks Yeah, she doin' all the tricks on my dick Yeah, she a bad bitch, she say fuck me, put it in Boothy boppin' on the beat, I ain't average We just fucked, then we fuckin' again Hit em with a 40, that boy dead, it was nothing Boothy take over the street Chillin' smokin' gas, just please take a seat Tell the bitchs to come eat
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