Boosie Fade lyrics

by

ABRA


[Chorus]
Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Tan grande como su tia
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
n*gga slizzy off that yack
Got that boosie fade, my feet up
(Got my feet up!)

[Verse 1]
They hoped I died, overdosed on that liter
One less lonely n*gga, like I'm Bieber
But I ain't Bieber b*tch
Ain't have to get my clout from beatin' a b*tch
These n*ggas b*tch made
Got they clout from eatin' a di*k
Got n*ggas mad like hold me back
My roof go back like cul-de-sac
My coupe do dance door do the dab
I do the dash hoes call me dad
Stab, stab, stab, stab
Leave his mama sick
n*ggas cap, cap, cap, cap
n*ggas full of sh*t
[Chorus]
Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Tan grande como su tia
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
n*gga slizzy off that yack
Got that boosie fade, my feet up
(Got my feet up!)

[Verse 2]
I just teabagged this dumb b*tch
And put my nuts all on her chest son
I got drip all over me like shawty got a yeast infection
n*ggas like "put that weight down"
But I just started f*ckin' flexing
This b*tch chose up on my n*gga
But she know that I'm the best one
Kick the sh*t like Lui Kang
b*tches call me "Flawless Vick"
Feel like Gucci Mane La Flare
The way a n*gga haul these bricks ya
I do this G' sh*t easy
Boy I'm Halsey with that stick, okay
Sick off of two forties Morty
Call me n*gga Rick
[Chorus]
Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Tan grande como su tia
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
n*gga slizzy off that yack
Got that boosie fade, my feet up
(Got my feet up!)

[Outro]
Awful, awful
Got your b*tch on all fours
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
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