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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Startender Lyrics

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Yeah, shawty got ass,
She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Ah
Lets get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah

Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, thats too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
LA off the chains, now its time to run it up
In the game, got a two
So you know they wanna pop, yeah
Yeah, shawty got ass
She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up

Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli
Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli

Offset!
Hunnid in my fanny, yeah Hunnid
Runnin up the engine for my family, huh Fam
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh Woo
Baguettes in my wrist and
They cant stand me, huh Baguettes
Coco on my Maybach like its Free Meech Smash, smash
Shoot the hundred round and
Get your street sweeped Brrt, brrt
Patek on my wrist, this shit aint cheap, cheap Woo
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon eat?
If we got static, send the baddie
Meet the Grim Reaper Statis, static
Green lime Lambo with your bitch creepin Skrrt
He got to poppin bout it
So I let the TEC eat him Brrt, huh
I put the Nawf up on my back
I get the Ms and feed em Hey!

Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli
Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Bitch, Im number one like Im Nelly Nelly
And my crib all white like Belly Belly
And my bitch ride for me like Remy Remy
Poppin shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter
If Im in it, it aint rented
Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny
Good pussy and you pretty
But you better off the Henny Yeah
I aint Ray J, told a bitch, Wait a minute Yeah
Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch
Come and get it Hol up
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin
She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished

Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli
Hmm, aint fucking with no off brand bitch
Ooh, dont think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, Im feelin like Im Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees
Yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees
Yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees
Yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees
Yeah, going, yeah
Hmm, aint fucking with no
Off brand bitch Bang

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