Latest Trends (A Boogie wit da Hoodie Remix) A1 x J1 (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)
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[Verse 1: A1OrFundz]
I ain't got time for a ho (They know)
And broski's like the devil 'cause he likes taking people's souls (Haha)
This, this ain't a football drill when we say that we keep them on their toes (On their toes)
My bro came out of the slammer, now I'm screaming, "Fresh home, fresh home"
Now I'm screaming, "Fresh home, fresh home"
Excuse me, miss, can you clap for the NHS?
And darling, if you can't do that, KMT, the disrespect
They talk on my name 'cause they brass and wet
Them man are bums, tell 'em go get bread
I ain't got time for the stupid gems
I dick that ting then I'm onto the ne-e-ext
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
DTB 'til a nigga get older, these hoes made my heart way colder
You couldn't notice, I'm way too focused, yeah
Can't trust no hoes, gotta take away phones
'Cause the opps might know them
Plus how the niggas wanna roll on us?
Never know, so I keep one up
In the club, where they keep one tuck
Armed and dangerous, it's us, never them
I don't need new friends, no intentions on changin' up, huh
They shootin', sorry if I made you look so stupid
Put you on the Saint Laurent shit
Come through when you want to, 'cause you're my favorite bitch
And I'm your favorite artist, come through and paint it up quick
Me and my guys been doin' this fly shit before Bathing Ape shit
Money conversations ain't done, huh
I ain't got time for a ho (They know)
And broski's like the devil 'cause he likes taking people's souls (Haha)
This, this ain't a football drill when we say that we keep them on their toes (On their toes)
My bro came out of the slammer, now I'm screaming, "Fresh home, fresh home"
Now I'm screaming, "Fresh home, fresh home"
Excuse me, miss, can you clap for the NHS?
And darling, if you can't do that, KMT, the disrespect
They talk on my name 'cause they brass and wet
Them man are bums, tell 'em go get bread
I ain't got time for the stupid gems
I dick that ting then I'm onto the ne-e-ext
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
DTB 'til a nigga get older, these hoes made my heart way colder
You couldn't notice, I'm way too focused, yeah
Can't trust no hoes, gotta take away phones
'Cause the opps might know them
Plus how the niggas wanna roll on us?
Never know, so I keep one up
In the club, where they keep one tuck
Armed and dangerous, it's us, never them
I don't need new friends, no intentions on changin' up, huh
They shootin', sorry if I made you look so stupid
Put you on the Saint Laurent shit
Come through when you want to, 'cause you're my favorite bitch
And I'm your favorite artist, come through and paint it up quick
Me and my guys been doin' this fly shit before Bathing Ape shit
Money conversations ain't done, huh
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