Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loogie , by - hooligan chase. Release date: 06.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loogie |
| Uh, heh |
| Trick or treat! |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| 31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up |
| Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up |
| I’m tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what’s up |
| My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up |
| I’m on a whole new scene with it (Huh) |
| I’m a Fat Joe, lean with it |
| Rock with it (Yuh) |
| 6 Panel strapback |
| My shit not fitted |
| It’s still classified as murder if a cop did it (Yuh) |
| All talk, no walk, ho, you not with it (Lame ho) |
| Jeepers creepers in the flesh (Word) |
| Walking down my street, reaper breathin' on my neck |
| I’m so sci-fi, give a bitch some money 'cause I’m hungry |
| Go to Five Guys, spend like 25 on my lunch |
| I’m a high guy |
| And that shit is expensive (Fuck) |
| I’m not worried 'bout pushin' no Beamers or Benzes |
| Funny how that in the game someone say that’s offensive |
| Guess I’m pushin' on they buttons while they gettin' defensive, uh (You mad huh? |
| Fireman, burn it like a trap phone (Ooh) |
| Had to curve a bitch, like my backbone (Ooh) |
| It’s bananas, I stay with the samurai blade |
| One thing I must say, dumb bitch, I’m a hot boy (Hot boy) |
| What I thought my name was Bee Gee |
| Fuck up out my lab if you a Dee Dee (Heh) |
| How you spendin' daddy money on them GG’s? |
| My Gmail full of payments, yeah, your boy be throwin' TD’s |
| Yeah, uh |
| What’s the ransom? |
| I already know |
| If you can see your grandson |
| Scoopin' up this dough (Pop) |
| 'Til the man come |
| Knockin' on my door |
| And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke |
| Uh, what’s the ransom? |
| I already know |
| If you can see your grandson |
| Scoopin' up this dough (Pop) |
| 'Til the man come |
| Knockin' on my door |
| And self-employment taxes is a motherfuckin' joke |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| 31st, gettin' spooky in this bitch, what up |
| Hock a loogie on your bitch, shut up |
| I’m tryna put a plastic booty on my fist, what’s up |
| My drunken head has made me money, ho, so shut the fuck up |