A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Girls Go Down Lyrics

A Boogie wit da Hoodie Girls Go Down Lyrics

D— D— D— DJ FMCT
DJ Bandz, oh, man

She said it’s yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure-for sure
My young n***** blitzin’, my opps went missin’
Way up, no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin’
Before they took my style, my style was different
She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle
When all the girls go down (Go down, stay down)

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel
Do you know what I paid for these chains? Why would I mad if you stare at ’em?
We don’t do Murciélagos, never dress like a mannequin
Balenciaga cargo, stay in the cut like some bandages

I bought my bitches new ass and titties
He mad, keep pushin’, he reach, Steve Nash that n****
Car keys to my city, they don’t get it
I’m a dog like “grr” from the X, my n****, look

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel (Huh?)
You know what I paid for these chains? Why would I mad if you stare at ’em? (Huh?)
We don’t do Murciélagos, I never dress like a mannequin (Mannequin)
Balenciaga cargos, be in the cut like we bandages (Bandages, huh?)

My city like a war zone and that’s why I stay on my savages
Side door, snuck in the club, brought the hammer in
Bust the pussy wide open, she told me I couldn’t handle it
Put it in her backbone, needed a little more stamina
I used to take a cab home, it was a little embarrassing
And now I got my racks up, I’ll turn your block to a charity
When you spin the block, don’t do it in front of the cameras
I’m like a walkin’ Lotto, three hundred K for appearances

She said “It’s yours,” haha, I laughed
Of course, finesse, I called her, finesse her, for sure, for sure
My young n***** blitzin’, my opps went missin’
Way up, no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
Can’t have no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
Can’t have no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
Can’t have no ceilings, can’t have no feelings
Can’t have no ceilings, can’t have no feelings (When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin’)
Can’t have no ceilings, can’t have no feelings (Before they took my style, my style was different)
She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle
She throw that ass around, go down, stay down