My Boo (feat. Vince Staples, Kučka, Ngaiire & Vera Blue) - Flume

New shoes with the blue suede Blue suede, the blue suede, the blue suede Young graves get the bouquets Bouquets, the bouquets, the bouquets Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Bitches ain't shit but hoes, I been known this Niggas gon' snitch regardless, Mitch showed us Never gon' switch, my momma raised soldiers Show me that profit, cough them Rang Rovers Up, I'm up now, these hoes all in love now Wanna fuck now, they beg to bend over Half these hoes chauffeurs, half these hoes useless Fucked the face toothless, easy, so ruthless Ask where he from then leave his dome roofless Sweet Chin Music kick back, gruesome Watch out for Judas, Vice and G Unit 5-0 fucking with the yayo too L-B-P-D get sprayed on too Always keep it GC, ask my homies for the proof Blowing 40s as a youth, Thump Deuce in the Chevy Hit the corner, run up on him, turn a nigga to Spaghettios New shoes with the blue suede Blue suede, the blue suede, the blue suede Young graves get the bouquets Bouquets, the bouquets, the bouquets Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Bitches ain't shit but tricks, I been known that Blowing on dicks for spliffs and cold Cognac Out club hoppin', hoppin' in Kodak's Where the coke at? Love white like Bobby wife Finna party like it's prom tonight Finna kill a nigga walkin' to his mom's tonight Shit real in the field, get caught, don't squeal Best deal that the judge finna offer: life Play this track in Calipat, get it poppin' in the prison And play this shit in Ironwood where my little brother livin' Live or die for the whoopin' or the Crippin', pick a side Death row, till they put you in the Pikachu to fry That's life, three strikes, that's life Three hoes, half dyke, this can be a long night Long road to the riches, bravos from the bitches Coulda' been a felon selling nickels off of Linden Nigga, fuck that New shoes with the blue suede Blue suede, the blue suede, the blue suede Young graves get the bouquets Bouquets, the bouquets, the bouquets Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses Hope I outlive them red roses All I wanted was them Jordan's with the blue suede in 'em All I wanted was them Jordan's with the blue suede in 'em All I wanted was them Jordan's with the blue suede in 'em All I wanted was them Jordan's with the blue suede in 'em Blue suede 'em, blue suede in 'em Blue suede 'em, blue suede in 'em

Pressure in my palms (yeah, I got that) Pressure in my palms (boy, I got that) Pressure sweatin' in my, pressure sweatin' in my (yeah) Pressure sweatin' in my palms (yeah, limbo) Pressure in my palms Pressure in my palms Pressure sweatin' in my, pressure sweatin' in my Pressure sweatin' in my palms (goddamn it) This is Britney Spears when she was bald, nigga (yeah) Punkin' niggas way before there was Punk'd, nigga (true) Smokin' Ashton Kush, so I calm down, nigga (yeah) We don't wanna hear your mixtape, my nigga I fade niggas like barbers (oh) I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur (oh, oh) Man, this like when Fergie peed her pants That's when Honey used to dance Matt Barnes verse Derek Fisher, caught you niggas in a- (uh) I hate when niggas don't finish they fuckin' sentences (yeah) If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I'll catch a sentencin' (oh) Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch (oh, oh) Pressure in my palms (yeah, I got that) Pressure in my palms (boy, I got that) Pressure sweatin' in my, pressure sweatin' in my (yeah) Pressure sweatin' in my palms (yeah) Why they keep eyein' me? Why they keep eyein' me? Plank is mahogany, your head leakin' burgundy (ah) Menace to society, you're more Ron Weasley (brrt) Into gynecology, you're pussy and that's peachy (yeah) I hate a bitch who think a baby finna keep a nigga (I hate you ho) Why every time he see his kids, we gotta see the picture? (I hate you too man) I do it bigger, know I'm ballin', don't you see the ticker? (Yeah) Feel like I'm Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him (yeah) Baby said she need commitment (uh-huh), I guess I'll think about it (yo) I never leave without it (yo), he down to squeeze, I doubt it I keep her bad and bougie, booty on a hundred thousand (uh-huh) Big-headed, barely fit her weave around it (ayy), Norf Pressure in my palms (whoa) Pressure in my palms (boy, I got that) Pressure sweatin' in my, pressure sweatin' in my (yeah) Pressure sweatin' in my palms (yeah, goddamn it) Don't let anger control you Don't let anger control you Pressure in my palms (yee) Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (oh shit) Pressure in my palms (yeah, yeah) Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (yeah) (Hold on, I gotta pull out my phone) Pressure in my palms (lyrics) Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (lyrics for lyrics, calm) Pressure in my palms (yeah) Pressure in my palms, boy, I got (yeah, low) I blow the smoke in your face You niggas think you runnin' shit, but runnin' in place I'm takin' the base, yeah, I'm takin' it home I'm a young Jackie, nigga, if I hit it, it's gone You Bisquick scallywag silly motherfuckers I do yo' ass the same way that Ye did Taylor Or how they did Janet, you wouldn't understand it Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed Spanish Passive-aggressive niggas who passive, I can't save ya Anticipatin' patience is somethin' I cannot favor Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I'll probably see you never How could you hate on us? Come on, homie, we major We major? Come on, homie, we major The ice so cold and, nigga, I don't do favors I did it on my own and I'll do it again Bitch, I gets mine, fuck a nigga's cosign, singin' Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms) Pressure in my palms, boy I got Pressure in my palms (the feelin' so unknown, baby) Pressure in my palms Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms) Pressure in my palms, boy I got Pressure in my palms (and I don't know) Pressure in my palms (if I got it goin' on) There ain't no money in havin' hate in your heart There ain't no money in that shit, bro That's, that's broke nigga shit to have hate in your heart I know very untalented people with a lot of love in their heart who are doing great

You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what's the hold up? Heard the world is ending soon I assumed that they told ya They tryna dinosaur us So now it's time to go up The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (Drop that) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) The roof is on fire She wet like Barbra Streisand Police everywhere It's like a nigga killed a white man I just wanna find a baby mama 'fore the night end So don't be coming 'round Vince On that batter ram shit The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash Drop that Drop that Drop that Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) The roof is on fire