Boosie Badazz - 745 lyrics

[Boosie Badazz - 745 lyrics]

745 (whipping things on it)
Dope boy ride (candy painting on them)
I’m so fly (I see they hating on me)
I know why (I’m getting my paper on them)

Seven with the 45, candy apple 45
Red seats, red stitches with two red bitches
Flip-flop pay like purple drank, oh
I think they like that
White Beemer, good smell
Feeling like a polar bear
Mane, I be thugging when I ride
Let me tell you, it ain’t nothing like a 745
Better get you one
Candy paint hurt they heart
Got to push to start
Nigga, I ain’t hard to hard
Behind a fucking blind
I add a LI in 20, I popped so many
I lost my mind, old skinny-ass tires
Rolling through the Beemer


All the hoes sweating
Threw them things on that bitch
Now my Beemer bow legged, whoa

745 (whipping things on it)
Dope boy ride (candy painting on them)
I’m so fly (I see they hating on me)
I know why (I’m getting my paper on them)

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