Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Startender, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Album song Hoodie SZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Highbridge The Label
Song language: English
Startender |
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah |
Startenders, run it up |
Ah |
Let’s get into it |
Watch your bitch |
Yeah |
Ah |
Hmm, ain’t fucking 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 |
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 |
Hmm, ain’t fucking 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 fucking 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 |
Offset! |
Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (Hunnid) |
Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (Fam) |
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Woo) |
Baguettes in my wrist and they can’t stand me, huh (Baguettes) |
Coco on my Maybach like it’s «Free Meech"(Smash, smash) |
Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt) |
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain’t cheap, cheap (Woo) |
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat? |
If we got static, send the baddie, meet the Grim Reaper (Statis, static) |
Green lime Lambo' with your bitch creepin' (Skrrt) |
He got to poppin' 'bout it, so I let the TEC eat him (Brrt, huh) |
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M’s and feed 'em (Hey!) |
Hmm, ain’t fucking 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 fucking 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 |
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 nigga 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 pussy 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 |
Hmm, ain’t fucking 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 fucking 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 |
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 fucking with no off brand bitch (Bang) |