Boosie Childish Lyrics – JID

Boosie Childish Lyrics by JID

Yeah I, I gotta clarify I’m not talking about women, you know what I’m saying we’re gonna use this as a noun it’s like
A person, place, or thing but it’s more so a thing so (yeah)
But either way, it applies, its unisex, look
You my favorite b#tch, yeah, this my favorite oh

Uh, this my favorite b#tch, yeah you my favorite oh
Oh, this my favorite b#tch, huh, you my favorite oh
Shit, this my favorite b#tch, oh, you my favorite (uh)
Look, look

I woke up, dick hanging out my draws
Brush my teeth, hit my weed, and got the keys to my car
Lil Boosie’s bad #ss player, I’m a badass man
With the fast #ss hands, better watch what you sayin’

Nicki shoot a n#gg# I was on the playground playin’
So where the safe grounds, them n#gg#s in the A-town sprayin’
So go to day town, learn about the lay of the land and thе lakes
Tap water put the tap in yo’ dancе

Atwater, Steve I’m back picking the quarterback
And the team on my belt blackjack b#tch gimme the keys
That’ll be that, I got the rhyme, I got the rhythm and the rappity raps
For the capital I’ll come and put a cap in yo’ back

And send a cashapp, I’m getting a bad rep
Pap to n#gg# overlap lap, over n#gg#s thought it was happening
But what happened is I was back
Read the almanac, caught me on the corner like a cornerback

‘Round the cauldasac
All pack flip like flapjacks, and syrup sip, pour a four and a fifth
Zone 6 going again at yo’ throat and yo’ chin
God does like ugly, bet she love me them

You my favorite b#tch, yeah, this my favorite oh
Uh, this my favorite b#tch, yeah you my favorite oh
Oh, this my favorite b#tch, huh, you my favorite oh
Shit, this my favorite b#tch, oh, you my favorite (uh)

Yeah, look, look
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JID Lyrics – Boosie Childish

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Boosie Childish