Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boof, artist - Jay StormDate of issue: 29.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boof |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, gold |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold, yeah, woah, aye |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Woah, hey, yeah, woah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Hoes on my phone, I can’t take no pics |
| I can’t take no pics, aye |
| I can’t take no pics, yeah |
| Aye, lil bitch smokin' out my sack, yuh |
| If you want a show I need a rack, yeah |
| Yeah, I just want one night, don’t get attached |
| Yeah, .40 on me tell that man relax, yeah |
| shawty blow me like a hooka, yeah |
| Aye I remember trapping off the, hey |
| Fuck her till she sing like hallelujah, aye |
| Imma let her top me in the Uber, yeah |
| Standing on my toes like Michael Jackson, yeah |
| Bitch I need a rack I made it happen, yeah |
| Lil Storm you see me you know I’m swaggin' |
| Lil Storm I should join a beauty pageant |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold, yeah, woah, aye |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Woah, hey, yeah, woah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Hoes on my phone, I can’t take no pics |
| I can’t take no pics, aye |
| I can’t take no pics, yeah |
| Damn, this is not a strip club, bitches shakin' ass, woah |
| Want my autograph, countin' cash, bitch I’m doin' math |
| High school I ain’t lisetning I was skipping class |
| Nigga think he know me man, I don’t want your |
| Pack in my mailbox, what you want, come and shop |
| Knock knock at my door, what you want, numbers low |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah, boof in my lungs, yeah |
| My niggas tote guns, yeah, shoot that shit for fun, yeah |
| I don’t want no pictures baby, I just want your top |
| Ice make me chill every time I drop my top |
| Damn I’m rockin' goat, my lean man go so hard |
| Yall niggas is so fraud, yall niggas make no bars |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold on my wrist, woah |
| Gold, yeah, woah, aye |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Woah, hey, yeah, woah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Boof in my lungs, yeah |
| Gold on my wrist, yeah |
| Hoes on my phone, I can’t take no pics |
| I can’t take no pics, aye |
| I can’t take no pics, yeah |