Lyrics: Boogey – Deaf (Remix)

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Verse 1:
Boogey, there’s too much pain in the verse
Too serious, keep it plain, stop praying and explaining your hurt
Spit about chains and your worth
How your ex claimed that she exclaimed every time you put your thing inside of hers
Not about your ex and the ex games, now she getting played by a player, with his name on his shirt
Boss, you the boss
But your brain giving everybody’s brain too much work
They acquire devices, devise ways to advise you against vices
Some of ‘em irrelevant like my president’s vice is
I don’t give a shit about ‘em and vice versa
I’m light years a- head of the buzz and the buzz makers and buck makers
Make history instead of gang signs and duck faces
Saying they seeing a saviour, get him butt naked
And kill him but pray to him if ever he does wake up
Hit a brick on the hip of a hypocrite
Talking the talk and never walking the walk, I’m sick of it
Me and Eva hump in the front seat, honking the car horn
A star’s born.(Clap, clap, clap for him)
Then he spits and you saying that rap track boring, but women never hesitate when cash stacks pour
Spread legs from the jump, flash back, that’s Jordan
Flow too foreign? I ain’t from around here, wassup

Chorus (Eva):
I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wa‘n bi no Do you know me
I’m the one like the two from three
Please tell me what you do for me
Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fo un won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

Verse 2:
We getting tired of hearing about swag, and wearing ‘em pants sagged
And earrings and hand bags
Fail. Never passing.
Pass the mic on, to a real rapper, go be a fashion icon
In front of the paparazzi with the flashing Nikons
Tracking my evolution
Am I on track? AbOriginal gave me the contract, I just need a hit track
And I’m gone
On my next track, I just might attach a time bomb
This aint a game, boy, drop the Nintendo
Pop, make ‘em hop to the tempo
But if you rap and you going in, don’t get out, quick as a cock giving cock to a hen bro You love the money, make it
Get with the money-making
But the money making
These rappers who used to dominate
With smart 16s, sound dumb in eight
Smart and he starved, got dumb and ate
Till his tummy ached

Chorus (Eva):
I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wan be no Do you know me
I’m the one like the two from three
Please tell me what you do for me
Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss)
Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fun won l’eti
Mi fo un won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

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