Boogie lyrics

[Intro: TiaCorine]
Yeah
I just want a long f*ck, know I'm on some dawg sh*t

[Chorus: TiaCorine]
I just want a long f*ck, know I'm on some dawg sh*t
I'ma suck your di*k and I'ma squirt all on your carpet
Got a big behind, like Buick, babe, park it
I can walk through and get a table on some boss sh*t

[Verse 1: Tia Corine]
I'ma start a riot, all you n*ggas in the moshpit
I spit fire, I'm pretty, I'm awesome, cross him
Wanted me to f*ck but I blossom
b*tch 'bout tired, I pluck 'em, I toss them
I don't give a f*ck, any n*gga, I'ma boss him
Wanna get real litty with my titty, it's gon' cost him
I just went to Florida, flippin' b*tches like dolphins
Sweet barbeque, McDonald's, I'm saucing, glossin'
I can leave you dead up in your city like possum
Batman in your city, in the corners, I'm watchin'
Finna bust you all up in your sh*t, stop talkin'
Please, come and eat this cooch all on your knees
Please, I'm squirtin' on my hundred dollar jeans
Please, I'll f*ck you on a hundred dollar bean
Please, just give me any reason make a scene
Please, every time they see my face they finna scream
Like duh
I'm thick, money bustin' out the seams
Like duh
I got tricks, I get candy, Halloween
Like duh
Colorblind, all I see is green
Like duh
And can't no n*gga ever get between
Like duh
I don't give a f*ck about no n*gga, that's ho sh*t
Woah, b*tch, you are just a [?] in my [?] sh*t
I don't give a f*ck about no n*gga, that's ho sh*t
Woah, b*tch, you are just a [?] in my [?] sh*t
[Chorus: TiaCorine]
I just want a long f*ck, know I'm on some dawg sh*t
I'ma suck your di*k and I'ma squirt all on your carpet
Got a big behind, like buick baby park it
I can walk through and get a table on some boss sh*t

[Interlude: Tony Shhnow]
Aw, yeah, you know what it cost when I walk through
And she got it like (Let's go)
I mean, I used to, I (Let's go)
I-I would, but I changed, you know (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
I used to want love, now I want drugs
I used to have feelings, now I got b*tches
Shawty, I'm holdin' no paper, don't call me
Wasn't on the team, but I grew up to be ballin'
I got a new b*tch, Chick-Fil-A saucin'
I be in the bakery, I hear the cake talkin'
She caught me in the club, shawty seen me through the lens
She just wanna f*ck me, then go hang out with her friends
I like ridin' high, doin' donuts in the Benz
I'm on hood rat sh*t, but I'm hood rich
I don't want a model ho, I want a hood b*tch
You can't live this lifestyle if you don't take risks
I told this b*tch she gotta leave before my other b*tch
If you don't love me, then I promise it's another b*tch
My ex miss me, I told her I could never miss
I'm no magician with these women, I would never trick
I'm a trap n*gga, my wrist cost a quarter brick
Order tables, order bottles, and I order hits
I'm a dawg, Tec 9, two pits
I get what I want, I don't care, I'm rich
I call shots, but I can't take pics
I get cake but I still can't mix
I'ma ball offensive so they gon' have to play defence
I could f*ck your mama, move her house and pay the rent
I'm fresh as a b*tch, pullin' fresh up out the exit
Every win I ever got, I finessed it
No label, independent, I invested
I'm with a freak, she got a caramel complexion
No dates, she get di*k and Netflix
I break her back, then she pop like Sierra Mist
Coke bottle frame, I can make her body twist
I'm a dog n*gga so I got a dog b*tch