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BOA Video (MV)




Performed By: KA$HDAMI
Language: English
Length: 1:08
Written by: David Wallace, Jameson E. Daley, Nicholas Murray




KA$HDAMI - BOA Lyrics
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(Percaholics)
Beep
Fah, fah, fah (TMK)

I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a f*ck about he say, she say (on God)
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA

I pick up the gas and then I go relay (on God)
The whole gang eat the cake
Glock change his life like he won a sweepstakes
How you say that you woke and don't know about deep state?
I keep a mop, I cannot leave no trace
If he see the stick, what the f*ck he gon' say?
Shoot 'bout my shawty, it ain't no debate
I feel like I'm Ronny, don't care 'bout my game
Boy, f*ck my opps, y'all niggas too lame
The gang f*ck your thot, yeah, we might run a train
Red dot on my Glock, it assists with the aim
Brand new F&N, it's gon' bring you some pain
These niggas be mad 'cause they bitch follow me
I'm in the trap, bitch, I got this Glock on me
My gang got some shots just like paparazzi
My girl wanna six-nine, I ain't talking Tekashi
If he say that it's beef, we can meet in the lobby
Running pyramid schemes, no Illuminati
Paid a band for these jeans, so your bitch wanna slop me (gang, gang)

I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a f*ck about he say, she say
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
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English

(Percaholics)
Beep
Fah, fah, fah (TMK)

I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a f*ck about he say, she say (on God)
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA

I pick up the gas and then I go relay (on God)
The whole gang eat the cake
Glock change his life like he won a sweepstakes
How you say that you woke and don't know about deep state?
I keep a mop, I cannot leave no trace
If he see the stick, what the f*ck he gon' say?
Shoot 'bout my shawty, it ain't no debate
I feel like I'm Ronny, don't care 'bout my game
Boy, f*ck my opps, y'all niggas too lame
The gang f*ck your thot, yeah, we might run a train
Red dot on my Glock, it assists with the aim
Brand new F&N, it's gon' bring you some pain
These niggas be mad 'cause they bitch follow me
I'm in the trap, bitch, I got this Glock on me
My gang got some shots just like paparazzi
My girl wanna six-nine, I ain't talking Tekashi
If he say that it's beef, we can meet in the lobby
Running pyramid schemes, no Illuminati
Paid a band for these jeans, so your bitch wanna slop me (gang, gang)

I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a f*ck about he say, she say
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
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Writer: David Wallace, Jameson E. Daley, Nicholas Murray
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC

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