Startender

Startender
[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Hmm, ain’t fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Elliot the chains, now it's time to run it up
In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah
Yeah, shawty got ass
She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I’m Biggaveli
Hmm, ain’t fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Hundred in my family, yeah (Hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (Fam')
Wanna hop on drift, take off your panties, huh
[?] in my wrist and they can’t stand me, huh (Baguettes)
Coco in my Maybach like it's free meat (Splash, splash)
Shoot a hundred rounds and get your street sweeped
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap
Perc'y or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
And we got status in the back and meet the Grim Reap'
Green light lambo with yo bitch creepin'
We get the [?] so I let the [?] feed 'em
I put the North up on my back, I get the M's, I feed 'em

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly, have my ni*** go get it
Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny
Good pu*** and you pretty, but you better off the Henny (Yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (Yeah)
Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (Hol' up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin'
She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Hmm, ain't fuc*** with no off brand bitch (Bang).
En esta canción, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie nos transporta a un ambiente de fiesta y autenticidad. Desde el inicio, se destaca la confianza en sí mismo y su gusto por las mujeres seguras de sí mismas...