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BOOST UP! Video (MV)




Performed By: J Excel
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Jonathan Lewis




J Excel - BOOST UP! Lyrics
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Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
'Cause I'm doin' new things, shawty wanna do things
She keep callin' me her "boo thang", throwin' mood swings
Got that bomb like she Hussein, might cop a new ring
Sike nah, just some loose change, cop a few things
Might cop a jag for this bitch, or a bag for this bitch
Might pop a tag on this bitch, or some gas on this bitch
I drop some cash on this bitch, then I dash on this bitch
I gotta blast on this bitch, I gotta blast on this bitch(Okay)
Grindin' like I'm Tony, man these bitches swear they know me
I'm like, "How she say she know me?", she just bust it down like Rollie
Man these niggas tryna hoe me, leave his Hellcat lookin' holy
And this nigga think he Kobe, he gon' have to come and show me
I get some bands from a show and make her dance on the floor
He put his hands on the bro, then his mans gotta go
They be some fans on the low, 'cause I'm the man on the roll
He put his hands on the bro, then his mans gotta go(Gang)
Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff(Okay)
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us(Yeah)
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
I got hittas out West, I got hittas out South
They gon' hit you in ya chest, take ya grills out ya mouth
I got hittas out East, I got hittas out North
They got knock you out ya sneaks, they gon cut ya day short
I got hittas out West, I got hittas out South
They gon' hit you in ya chest, take ya grills out ya mouth
I got hittas out East, I got hittas out North
They got knock you out ya sneaks, they gon cut ya day short
Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us(Okay)
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up(Yeah)
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff(Gang)
Yeah
Boost up, aye
Okay, okay, aye
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English

Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
'Cause I'm doin' new things, shawty wanna do things
She keep callin' me her "boo thang", throwin' mood swings
Got that bomb like she Hussein, might cop a new ring
Sike nah, just some loose change, cop a few things
Might cop a jag for this bitch, or a bag for this bitch
Might pop a tag on this bitch, or some gas on this bitch
I drop some cash on this bitch, then I dash on this bitch
I gotta blast on this bitch, I gotta blast on this bitch(Okay)
Grindin' like I'm Tony, man these bitches swear they know me
I'm like, "How she say she know me?", she just bust it down like Rollie
Man these niggas tryna hoe me, leave his Hellcat lookin' holy
And this nigga think he Kobe, he gon' have to come and show me
I get some bands from a show and make her dance on the floor
He put his hands on the bro, then his mans gotta go
They be some fans on the low, 'cause I'm the man on the roll
He put his hands on the bro, then his mans gotta go(Gang)
Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff(Okay)
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us(Yeah)
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
I got hittas out West, I got hittas out South
They gon' hit you in ya chest, take ya grills out ya mouth
I got hittas out East, I got hittas out North
They got knock you out ya sneaks, they gon cut ya day short
I got hittas out West, I got hittas out South
They gon' hit you in ya chest, take ya grills out ya mouth
I got hittas out East, I got hittas out North
They got knock you out ya sneaks, they gon cut ya day short
Boost up, worry 'bout you, we gon' do us
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff
Boost up, worry bout you, we gon' do us(Okay)
Boost up, they ain't worry 'bout us 'till we blew up(Yeah)
Boost up, I got all these hits, call me Ruth, uh
Boost up, now she hit me up tryna do stuff(Gang)
Yeah
Boost up, aye
Okay, okay, aye
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Writer: Jonathan Lewis
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