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John Got'ti - Boffus (Intro) Lyrics



John Got'ti - Boffus (Intro) Lyrics




Put a hole in his ass
Swerving thru traffic with 200 bands
Coppers can't catch me I'm looking like flash
My mother she praying she hope I don't crash
She hope I don't crash
Cuz I gotta take care bothus
Boy you fan I know you don't know us
I told that hoe to go lose my number
Hot as the summer
You not getting one up
Like to flex on these hoes
Remember that time I would sleep in the cold
I'm finding my way really cracking the code
And speaking of that prolly cracking ya hoe
Heard she a go
You niggas sniffing that snow
My cousin got caught with the coke
It's whiter than soap
F&n it gotta scope
Gotti was never a hoe
I move like the pope

Boy I just hope you don't run up
Try to do that ya ass gon be done up
From the gutta
Like a hunter
Kicking shit and no I'm not a punter
You see real when you look in my eyes
All this drip it is not a disguise
Little by little that boy on the rise
It be niggas you know try to rain on ya shine
Uh
That's why I stay to myself
I rather not have it, then ask for ya help
In the heat niggas started to melt
I show up
Ain't no label I'm signing myself
Niggas swear that they covered in wealth
Got a honda accord and a belt
I'm perfecting the hand I was dealt
I'm not tryna be anyone else

Put a hole in his ass
Swerving thru traffic with 200 bands
Coppers can't catch me I'm looking like flash
My mother she praying she hope I don't crash
She hope I don't crash
Cuz I gotta take care bothus
Boy you fan I know you don't know us
I told that hoe to go lose my number
Hot as the summer
You not getting one up
Like to flex on these hoes
Remember that time I would sleep in the cold
I'm finding my way really cracking the code
And speaking of that prolly cracking ya hoe
Heard she a go
You niggas sniffing that snow
My cousin got caught with the coke
It's whiter than soap
F&n it gotta scope
Gotti was never a hoe
I move like the pope

I'm the shit on the low
No it's high key
Gotti slicker than ice when it's hockey
Hella humble I never been cocky
In the trenches you probably could spot me
I know niggas who pray for the fame
Other niggas they prey for a name
At 15 I stop playing the game
I was running the streets with the gang
Them niggas still do the same thing
Dying for shit that I spent on my last ring
Try to play tough and get shot in the hamstring
I gotta habit of letting that thing sing
I cut her off and I did that shit last spring
Wasn't my girlfriend she was my last fling
Ain't like her name I was calling her ling ling
I'm never worried, I feel like the last king
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Put a hole in his ass
Swerving thru traffic with 200 bands
Coppers can't catch me I'm looking like flash
My mother she praying she hope I don't crash
She hope I don't crash
Cuz I gotta take care bothus
Boy you fan I know you don't know us
I told that hoe to go lose my number
Hot as the summer
You not getting one up
Like to flex on these hoes
Remember that time I would sleep in the cold
I'm finding my way really cracking the code
And speaking of that prolly cracking ya hoe
Heard she a go
You niggas sniffing that snow
My cousin got caught with the coke
It's whiter than soap
F&n it gotta scope
Gotti was never a hoe
I move like the pope

Boy I just hope you don't run up
Try to do that ya ass gon be done up
From the gutta
Like a hunter
Kicking shit and no I'm not a punter
You see real when you look in my eyes
All this drip it is not a disguise
Little by little that boy on the rise
It be niggas you know try to rain on ya shine
Uh
That's why I stay to myself
I rather not have it, then ask for ya help
In the heat niggas started to melt
I show up
Ain't no label I'm signing myself
Niggas swear that they covered in wealth
Got a honda accord and a belt
I'm perfecting the hand I was dealt
I'm not tryna be anyone else

Put a hole in his ass
Swerving thru traffic with 200 bands
Coppers can't catch me I'm looking like flash
My mother she praying she hope I don't crash
She hope I don't crash
Cuz I gotta take care bothus
Boy you fan I know you don't know us
I told that hoe to go lose my number
Hot as the summer
You not getting one up
Like to flex on these hoes
Remember that time I would sleep in the cold
I'm finding my way really cracking the code
And speaking of that prolly cracking ya hoe
Heard she a go
You niggas sniffing that snow
My cousin got caught with the coke
It's whiter than soap
F&n it gotta scope
Gotti was never a hoe
I move like the pope

I'm the shit on the low
No it's high key
Gotti slicker than ice when it's hockey
Hella humble I never been cocky
In the trenches you probably could spot me
I know niggas who pray for the fame
Other niggas they prey for a name
At 15 I stop playing the game
I was running the streets with the gang
Them niggas still do the same thing
Dying for shit that I spent on my last ring
Try to play tough and get shot in the hamstring
I gotta habit of letting that thing sing
I cut her off and I did that shit last spring
Wasn't my girlfriend she was my last fling
Ain't like her name I was calling her ling ling
I'm never worried, I feel like the last king
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Writer: John Crosby
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Performed By: John Got'ti
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: John Crosby

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