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RASAQ lyrics : "Ya Girlfriend (B2k beat)"

(feat. Chamillionaire, Lil Boo)

[Hook x3: Chamillionaire]

Your girlfriend, in a suburban
She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin
She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend

But I'm for certain, that lie ain't workin'
I'm in person, to see her flirtin'
Suckin' n slurppin, and showin' her skin

And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin
But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him

[Only said the third time the hook is sung]

King Koookoookooopa

Koopa Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)

Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne
Gotta keep it gutta mayne

I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might

[Lil Boo]

Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education

But I hit the dealership up, cuz lil boo is not patient
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes

Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close
3way call n tell ya sister that shes fine

Beyonce on the phone, solange on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine
After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind

Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin click jerseys, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, 90million I suppose

But I already got those lebron james on my toes
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

It's lil boo mayne, hold up

[Lil Boo: talking]

Hold up Koopa
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make this paper

This is ghetto status mayne
Don't put me on this funny beats no mo
Come on, tear up the mic uh

Lay it down, lay it down

the pins lay it down
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down
The pad lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down
the mic lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down

Ya foos lay it down
Cuz I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ear
Spittin' in ya left side

This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin' progress

Plus I rock ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
^!$$%z comin' out soft, like men who car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath

And I ain't even harnessed my fullest potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?

Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over

When the days over
I'm what ya girls drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of soda

Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa
^!$$%, jus remember that

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