BOOFBOIICY - Wash My Hands lyrics
[BOOFBOIICY - Wash My Hands lyrics]
I just wash my hands and count it up, uh
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
Send a blitz on every play
He gon' sack somethin' (Hit)
Like my bitch thick, and my hunneds crips
I just scored off a pick six
You ain't runnin' shit
95, keep a 45 get your wig split
Chain so froze that it might
Break off like a icicle
Yeah, that my brodie
He gon' ride out like a bicycle
Two cups stuffed, I really need three
Money on my mind and on me
Goin' down bad, need everything
Married to the game but I
Can't find my wedding ring (Slime)
I just wash my hands and count it up, uh
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
I stayed down so I'm gon' get it
Bad lil bitch wit' ass, no titties
I'm smokin' on gas and
I'm servin' on midget
I'm in the Tesla, windows tinted
I can't lose, I'm always winnin'
My BMW need a Bentley
Twin turbos in my engine
Six figures, don't forget to mention
Niggas pussy, y'all ain't no tension
Sippin' on mud, I ain't got no ice
They copy-and paste, they gon' bite
That's just me, I don't even try
I really can see the hoe in your eye
I'm gettin' this money, so hi and bye
Dirty cup, peach tea
These niggas wanna be me
I just wash my hands and count it up, uh
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
Send a blitz on every play
He gon' sack somethin' (Hit)
Like my bitch thick, and my hunneds crips
I just scored off a pick six
You ain't runnin' shit
95, keep a 45 get your wig split
Chain so froze that it might
Break off like a icicle
Yeah, that my brodie
He gon' ride out like a bicycle
Two cups stuffed, I really need three
Money on my mind and on me
Goin' down bad, need everything
Married to the game but I
Can't find my wedding ring (Slime)
I just wash my hands and count it up, uh
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
I stayed down so I'm gon' get it
Bad lil bitch wit' ass, no titties
I'm smokin' on gas and
I'm servin' on midget
I'm in the Tesla, windows tinted
I can't lose, I'm always winnin'
My BMW need a Bentley
Twin turbos in my engine
Six figures, don't forget to mention
Niggas pussy, y'all ain't no tension
Sippin' on mud, I ain't got no ice
They copy-and paste, they gon' bite
That's just me, I don't even try
I really can see the hoe in your eye
I'm gettin' this money, so hi and bye
Dirty cup, peach tea
These niggas wanna be me
I just wash my hands and count it up, uh
Yeah i just smoke that gas, and guess what
I'm a quarterback tell her hike it
Nigga, fuck them niggas that don't like it
Too many copy-cats trying to get like me
Gotta learn this crush piece
Tell that lil nigga, "Don't rush me"
Gang gon' blitz, get ugly
Keep it out, can't tuck it
Gettin' these racks when I want, on demand
Keep it on gang shit, that's the plan
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