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How To Grow Video (MV)




Performed By: Bouty Johnson
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Nick Poreda, Michael Johnson




Bouty Johnson - How To Grow Lyrics
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What up, Poelito
Bouty Johnson
Girl, I'm pleading, I'm begging
Starting to have problems breathing
When you leaving my presence
I might need me a reverend
Please just bring me to heaven
And I don't even mean to die
I just need the cake and I'll eat the pie
And I really don't need a reason
Why I beat it up till you see the light
And then eat it up like a pizza pie
Have a Jewish girl screaming, Jesus Christ
Let's f*ck the world and free the guys
Girl, I need like one more shot
I miss your photos that I downloaded
That turned my big chode into a Robocop
And do not front, girl
Even you are like, no, don't stop
And no relationship, picture perfect though
Like my logo crop
And no hope, you cannot catch me
I'm no Pokemon
And now you got nothing to cry on
Cause my shoulder gone
So tell me what you gonna do now
You ain't gonna last long with that loose mouth
We got rules in this dude's house
It's lose-lose if you doubt
Don't care if you got a loose screw, boo
You can't get too loud
Matter fact, f*ck you, fool
Watch what I do now, like
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Matter fact, I ain't gonna take a shot
I'ma regulate and you can take a loss
I can save the day and you hate a lot
You playing games like Aiden Ross
But I'm way too old for that
But I still break it down like a clown for Doja Cat
If the aroma's that of a homeless cat
I still eat it up with my bone attached
More loco than Hulk Hogan act
You more bozo than most local rap
With the hose low cause I'm over that
You want the slow stroke or the choke attack
Both okay, dope, open crack
Don't say no more, just go relax
Better stay on the low cause these hoes attack
Same with your bros cause they roll with rats
But back to the show cause the flow is crack
One more for the road and here's all I ask
You f*cking with broads, give your balls a rash
I'm like shimmy shimmy y'a, give me all of that
I'm like, give it, give it, give it
Give it, give it, give it
Ship it on
Give it, yeah
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it
Whip it
Whip it like you in the kitchen
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English

What up, Poelito
Bouty Johnson
Girl, I'm pleading, I'm begging
Starting to have problems breathing
When you leaving my presence
I might need me a reverend
Please just bring me to heaven
And I don't even mean to die
I just need the cake and I'll eat the pie
And I really don't need a reason
Why I beat it up till you see the light
And then eat it up like a pizza pie
Have a Jewish girl screaming, Jesus Christ
Let's f*ck the world and free the guys
Girl, I need like one more shot
I miss your photos that I downloaded
That turned my big chode into a Robocop
And do not front, girl
Even you are like, no, don't stop
And no relationship, picture perfect though
Like my logo crop
And no hope, you cannot catch me
I'm no Pokemon
And now you got nothing to cry on
Cause my shoulder gone
So tell me what you gonna do now
You ain't gonna last long with that loose mouth
We got rules in this dude's house
It's lose-lose if you doubt
Don't care if you got a loose screw, boo
You can't get too loud
Matter fact, f*ck you, fool
Watch what I do now, like
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Matter fact, I ain't gonna take a shot
I'ma regulate and you can take a loss
I can save the day and you hate a lot
You playing games like Aiden Ross
But I'm way too old for that
But I still break it down like a clown for Doja Cat
If the aroma's that of a homeless cat
I still eat it up with my bone attached
More loco than Hulk Hogan act
You more bozo than most local rap
With the hose low cause I'm over that
You want the slow stroke or the choke attack
Both okay, dope, open crack
Don't say no more, just go relax
Better stay on the low cause these hoes attack
Same with your bros cause they roll with rats
But back to the show cause the flow is crack
One more for the road and here's all I ask
You f*cking with broads, give your balls a rash
I'm like shimmy shimmy y'a, give me all of that
I'm like, give it, give it, give it
Give it, give it, give it
Ship it on
Give it, yeah
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it
Whip it
Whip it like you in the kitchen
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Writer: Nick Poreda, Michael Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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