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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Bleed Lyrics

I don’t need love, that s**t is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it
We could speak about it
If you really, really with me

I’ma be in the gas stations
In the CVSs, gettin’ givies
Yeah, and if you really my n**ga
Word to mother, we gon’ split it 50/50

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Yeah, they call me a SoundCloud boy
They stealin’ my sound now, boy
I feel like I’m really the King of my City
I got the crown now, boy
Two .38’s on the side of me
Lookin’ like a cowboy, yeah
N**gas be actin’ like b**ches
I might as well just call you Tomboys

Don’t play with me, .38 on me
And I’m feelin’ so, so special
N**gas is lucky, I’m busy gettin’ money
‘Cause I really couldn’t love you
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
Yeah, beasties are lurkin’ in the bushes
Now when I open my eyes
I look in the skies, hopin’ I make it to Heaven
You can have family ties or risk it to die, you can still be a dub
If you tellin’ it, and even if it was my cousin
N**ga’s a dub, f**k it, just knock off his melon

I swear I don’t need love, that s**t is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it, we could speak about it
If you really, really with me
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri

Heard they wanna catch me lackin’, oh, please
Yeah, they don’t know I’m really OD
N**gas rattin’, eatin’ on cheese
Just free the real until they all free
Hoodie on, rockin’ long sleeves, uh, uh
Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, hm, hm
Lamborghini car keys, vroom, vroom
I don’t know why they actin’ like they G’d up, hm, hm
Wipin’ n**ga nose like he sneezin’, hmm
For that Eliantte for Aquafina, huh, uh
Chain lookin’ like a .., huh, like a freezer, huh
You told me never say never
And you told me you would never get me set up
But love is a set up already
Should have said I love you to a Bentley
All of them n**gas that ain’t even graduate
Can’t leave the country
They felons already

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But f**k it, at least they know better
Than any n**ga could tell ’em, no tellin’
I done seen n**gas tell on they brother
Them n**gas was there for you when you were strugglin’
I done seen n**gas loνe on they b**ch
And go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin’ dick
And you gotta watch out for n**gas that’s watchin’ your money
Watch who you get money with
And don’t you compete with your own gang
No, don’t you go be on no funny s**t
‘Cause n**gas was tellin’ they whole gang
‘Cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah
I was addicted to Balmain, I did it in Amiri denim
I’m not a regular person, I do it with my Margielas
Got a closet with nothing but fly s**t
Trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah, yeah

I swear I don’t need love, that s**t is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it we could speak about it
If you really, really with me
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri

Hoodie on, rockin’ long sleeves, uh, uh
Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, uh, uh
Lamborghini car keys, vroom vroom…

➤ Written by JoeFromYO, DLo Beatz & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Album: Artist 2.0
Produced by BandOnTheBeat, DLo Beatz & JoeFromYO
A Boogie wit da Hoodie | 2020

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