Boss Beezy - Ferrari & Party lyrics

[Boss Beezy - Ferrari & Party lyrics]

Woop!

Pull up to the party, hop out a
'Rari, I'm on them drug, drug, drugs 
(SKRRR T)
The ladies, they love me, like my demeanor
They show me love, love, love
I might her a beamer, in a
Two-seater, we hit the club, club, club
Why she move like a diva?, smoking
Sativa, I got the bud, bud, bud
I might hop out a 'Rari
(hop out a 'Rari) , I'm on them drug, drug
Drugs they love my demeanor
(love my demeanor) , they show me love, love
Love i might buy her a beamer
(buy her a beamer) , we hit the club, club
Club she move like a diva
(move like a diva) , I got the bud, bud, bud

I'm on the grind, ho
I've been in jail like too many times
(too many times)
Too many times, I think about killin' shit
Murder my mind (murder my mind)
I was stuck in the trap, I got my ass, yeah
I had to grind (I had to grind)
I got a Mac and I took a strap with my lil' 9
(bang) we were stuck in the hood
Seen niggas get hit up like too many times
(too many times) i ain't never say nothin'
I'm askin' my lawyer like all of the time
(shhh)
I remember the times, I had to do time
But it wasn't mine (it wasn't mine)
Guess who come in the streets
In order to shine, i gotta get mine
Yeah, my niggas gon' slide
(slide) , right on the late night tip
Even if I was down
(if I was down) , you couldn't take my bitch
Niggas listen, my music, back in the day
These niggas ain't play my shit
I pull up to the jeweler just for some ice
'cause I had to flex my wrist

I remember the shootout, I had a 40
He had a 9 (he had a 9)
Po' fo' in a Fanta, I'm in Atlanta
Coolin' with slimes (coolin' with slimes)
I always roll with a shooter
Hit ya' Madula and do the time
Got a Tec with a ruler, Mac with a cooler
Shoot at ya' spine (bang, bang)
Gotta keep me a weapon
My niggas be steppin', a whole lot of irons
(a whole lot of irons, damn)
I be ridin' and smokin'
The feds pulled me over and gave me a fine
(shhh) i might hit from behind, but
That bitch ain't mine, 'cause she not a dime
I might fuck with her mind
They next thing you know
I'm fuckin' her mom's (fuckin' her mom's)
All this water might drown
(drown) , he tried to take my shit
Got a hun'nit, some rounds
(hun'nit, some rounds) , right in a AK clip
Niggas talk by computers, see
Me in public, niggas, they ain't said shit
All my diamonds is cooler, chasin' the mula
Not on no play-play shit

Pull up to the party, hop out a
'Rari, I'm on them drug, drug, drugs
(SKRRR T) the ladies, they love me, like my
Demeanor, they show me love, love, love
I might her a beamer, in a
Two-seater, we hit the club, club, club
Why she move like a diva?, smoking
Sativa, I got the bud, bud, bud
I might hop out a 'Rari
(hop out a 'Rari) , I'm on them drug, drug
Drugs they love my demeanor
(love my demeanor) , they show me love, love
Love i might buy her a beamer
(buy her a beamer) , we hit the club, club
Club she move like a diva
(move like a diva) , I got the bud, bud, bud

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