Boo’d Up Remix Vado & Dave East

Huh, Vado
We the
We the
Most hated

[Vado}
Feelings, so deep in ya feelings
That ya friends always squealing
When you know I be chilling
Dope dealings
Got me making a killing
And they not in the building
Half a mil in the ceilings

Uh, ass so honey fat
I'm slowly sipping on honey jack
It's funny that I got money
And always running back
You wanted that
Now ya price higher, I cover that
Table full of hunnits
Some house keys up under that
Her heart race this broad pace
Got far space to move on
I choose wrong
Before a car chase I'm too calm
Ya knew moms and all my best friends
Time spent on the west end at the Western
I'm wild bent and venting
Til I'm bipolar like why hold her
Face shot like a foul odor
You just smell, I pulled up, he just bailed
It's written all over ya face can just tell
You look sick like a young thot
On some hood shit
He booked ticks, you took trips
Hoping for good dick
I'm good Miss
Thank God ain't lay this good fist
I stood pissed, no kiss
Come get this foot print
Vado