A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Be Free Lyrics

A Boogie wit da Hoodie Be Free Lyrics

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working
When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you
Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume
Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free

I wasn’t a trick but I showed you all of my tricks
I know you was lit
I would pull up in a 7 and you would pull up in a 6
Big money shit
Heard you grew up in The Hills
I grew up on a bridge, grew up in the mix
Feeling uncomfortable still, I can’t even talk to my friends about how it’s been
Montana got caught selling crills
It hurt to tell him how it feels to touch all these M’s
Do what you want ’cause you still thinking about me even though you been fucking with him
Feel like you need company still, I ain’t your enemy, girl, I’m your friend
Let’s do it over again, again, again

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working
When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you
Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume
Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free

Don’t know how to say this, ain’t easy in person
But girl, this ain’t working, you think I be flirting
So you went out flirting
I bought you that Birkin, he bought you a shirt
I hope it was worth it, I know you think
I know you think I’m crazy but I’m not a
Not a regular person, I don’t do Mercedes unless it’s a Maybach
The one with the curtains
My flex is your favorite and I ain’t one
Ain’t the one you should play with
Been having trouble finding someone to stay with
And who you know, I’ll go half on a baby with, girl, you know
All we needed was patience, you feel a way
I wish you would just say that shit, girl, you know
Girl, I wish that you would say that shit
While you’re with your friends and not alone

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working
When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you
Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume
Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free