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007 (feat. Mandazi & Chickenchief) Video (MV)




Performed By: The Boof
Language: English
Length: 1:44
Written by: The Boof, Ridge Byomuhangi




The Boof - 007 (feat. Mandazi & Chickenchief) Lyrics




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Posted in the kitchen
With my shooters
Got them rulers
Yeah we brought them sticks in
Don't make a move or I will do ya, beat ya to submission
I'm wishing, no, I'm washing
Cause he got blood on the dishes
He wondered how he got caught
Well, he probably hang with snitches
Lesson number one: don't do no business with them bitches
They all wanna be on top
But they bottom feeders, fishes
If you an op then you got popped
Like a black man resisting
They said ''dazi, stop acting different it doesn't make you cool'
I said 'bro, listen, that's your opinion but I think you a fool'
Wanna die early?
Got my 30
Let's just spray like you went Curry
Kids got dirty
Pour the 40
But I really don't do mourning
She did a split on the dick
She fine but she annoying
Got on it quick
Like the school bus in the morning
Hundreds and fifties
In the club that's what we throwing
Four fives and blickies
Man, you know that's what we toting
Shoutout Jeezy
Yeah we poking
Yeah we toting, yeah we smoking
And you know I got the answers for these ****** like I'm chosen
Call up Elsa
That's a cold hearted bitch
Oh yeah, she frozen
She down to ride with me and fire the blick
If the shots open
Now I re-up
Gotta get the pack
Goddamn, it's f*cking potent
Talking 'bout that shit that make you laugh
Like you was watching Conan
Who's this fun guy with cornrows like A.I.?
Switch him for Derozan
Now I'm rolling
Grilling my opponents
Like my name George Foreman (Woah)

Walk in this bitch and I got like four on me
Yeah
Pop a perc for dead homies
Yeah
Running up, the feds on me
Gotta keep a blick cause these ****** dead homes
Gotta keep a fort, watch me feast on Visas
Hit a lick on his Gold Card Visa
Damn
She gon' eat me with no teethers
Damn, watch me glo up, cop a heater
Run to Benihana's for that chicken
I'm fiending
In the dark, windows tinted, they tinted
Run into your mamma pouring milk out her titties
Got a white bitch
I got Keisha and Brittany
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Posted in the kitchen
With my shooters
Got them rulers
Yeah we brought them sticks in
Don't make a move or I will do ya, beat ya to submission
I'm wishing, no, I'm washing
Cause he got blood on the dishes
He wondered how he got caught
Well, he probably hang with snitches
Lesson number one: don't do no business with them bitches
They all wanna be on top
But they bottom feeders, fishes
If you an op then you got popped
Like a black man resisting
They said ''dazi, stop acting different it doesn't make you cool'
I said 'bro, listen, that's your opinion but I think you a fool'
Wanna die early?
Got my 30
Let's just spray like you went Curry
Kids got dirty
Pour the 40
But I really don't do mourning
She did a split on the dick
She fine but she annoying
Got on it quick
Like the school bus in the morning
Hundreds and fifties
In the club that's what we throwing
Four fives and blickies
Man, you know that's what we toting
Shoutout Jeezy
Yeah we poking
Yeah we toting, yeah we smoking
And you know I got the answers for these ****** like I'm chosen
Call up Elsa
That's a cold hearted bitch
Oh yeah, she frozen
She down to ride with me and fire the blick
If the shots open
Now I re-up
Gotta get the pack
Goddamn, it's f*cking potent
Talking 'bout that shit that make you laugh
Like you was watching Conan
Who's this fun guy with cornrows like A.I.?
Switch him for Derozan
Now I'm rolling
Grilling my opponents
Like my name George Foreman (Woah)

Walk in this bitch and I got like four on me
Yeah
Pop a perc for dead homies
Yeah
Running up, the feds on me
Gotta keep a blick cause these ****** dead homes
Gotta keep a fort, watch me feast on Visas
Hit a lick on his Gold Card Visa
Damn
She gon' eat me with no teethers
Damn, watch me glo up, cop a heater
Run to Benihana's for that chicken
I'm fiending
In the dark, windows tinted, they tinted
Run into your mamma pouring milk out her titties
Got a white bitch
I got Keisha and Brittany
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Writer: The Boof, Ridge Byomuhangi
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