Tory Lanez, Rich The Kid, VV$ Ken – Boink Boink Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Boink Boink – Tory Lanez, Rich The Kid, VV$ Ken

Soon as the beat knock in
I get offended, I get to makin’ a face
Lambo, new drop, Rari outside, uh uh
I put the Wraith on a break
Just got brand new keys, uh,
Makin’ my way on a Jake
F**k boy talkin’ that tough s**t
Talkin’ that f**k s**t that he won’t say to my face

Put a lil’ twist in the Fanta
White b**ch suckin’ my deeck in Atlanta
Did it so good I had to go get the camera
Ain’t no MC but she gon’ get this hammer
She won’t get nothin’ from me, I ain’t Santa
Hannah Montana

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I get that coochie a Gucci bandana
Took it right back like Shaq
I knew that coochie was slammin’, uh
All red jacket like Thriller
Feelin’ like uh, hit me, oh

All the jack boys can’t stand ’em
Ask no questions, I ain’t doin’ no panel
I just walk out the mall with the bags
I just don’t need to call out, I’m tag
I’m just calling up so she can come witness
The check when I sign and say, Ah

I heard you payin’ to f**k her
If I pull up, I promise she f**kin’ for free
I’m finna f**k her then duck her
Then send her back to you
‘Cause n**gas ain’t f**kin’ with me
I might just f**k her and dip, uh
I got the stacks and they tucked to the tee
Shawty be touchin’ on me
Ridin’ and climbin’, and suckin’ and touchin’ on D
I just got D and no love for a freak
She got a fee but I ain’t payin’ no fee
I come to f**k and she spray it on me
B**ch don’t be playin’ no games with me, woo

Keep this s**t a stack
Get my money, make it swiftly
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand
F**k it, make it fifty
N**gas talkin’ down
They just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy
Walk inside the club
Throwin’ money, like a frisbee..②

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Gucci down, rockin’ my denim
Baby keep suckin’, she pullin’ my venom
I’m ’bout to bust it, after I’m nuttin’, don’t touch it
.40 on me, I’ma pipe, I don’t clutch it
Shawty ain’t f**kin’ then f**k it
I know her man drive a bucket
I’m sendin’ shots, better duck it
I know you f**k n**gas puppets
Seen me pull up I’ma up it
See me pull off I done did it

Moncler coat came fitted
Thought I was lackin’, that f**k boy s**tted
You know I’m packin’, lil’ h*e, I’m with it
Ten on fleek, too turnt up, I’m geeked
Poppin’, ain’t comin’ out weak
I just been shoppin’, ain’t comin’ out cheap
Blue hunnids droppin’, they comin’ out neat

Shawty a freak, I watch her suck it, I peep
He better hide when I see
He better slide when I’m geeked
I know her p**sy get wet when I motherf**kin’ speak
Scammin’ all week, runnin’ s**t, brand new cleats
Pretty b**ch, brand new minks
New crib, brand new sinks
That h*e was ugly, I found me a brand new link

I’ma just bust in her face
Red bottoms, them don’t come with no lace
Kill the p**sy, b**ch I’m beatin’ the case
Quarter milli’, took it right out the safe
Soon as I pull out, the Lambo swervin’
Ten b**ches stuff ’em in a Suburban
F**kin’ in her rib, I know that for certain
Bought the Rolls truck and then I added the curtains

I’ma buy brand new link
Dirty Sprite, I keep the cup on pink
She was bad, she got a brand new mink
My wrist on water like a brand new sink
Lamborghini on suicide
Hollywood, I’m gettin’ top while I drive
Chopper on me, know I’m keepin’ the fire
Hunnid racks on me, why would I lie

Keep this s**t a stack
Get my money, make it swiftly
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand
F**k it, make it fifty
N**gas talkin’ down
They just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy
Walk inside the club
Throwin’ money, like a frisbee..②…

➤ Written by VV$ Ken, Rich The Kid & Tory Lanez
Album: Loner
Produced by Supah Mario
Tory Lanez | Rich The Kid | VV$ Ken | 2020

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