Verse 1:
(Boobonic)
Yo, once the Mo' start drippin'
Chicks start trippin'
Tell 'em my name Boo
You know we all hittin'
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me, stuck
And I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck
If the pussy gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
I'm gettin' all the cheddar
Bitch, read the letter
I patented the plan
Get my dick ate wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in they whips
They be flashin'
"Do you know Bonic and Lib?" they be askin'
If the chick wanna ask me this, I'ma hit
Attitude just like Cancun, I'ma trip
Now dudes pissed
Know why?
'Cause it's a hit
If you cop a 5, imagine what I'm gon' get
Lights out, Most Wanted bring the bikes out
I ball out, chicks on the back, thongs all out
I got girls wit accents
And I don't mean Hyndai's
My hands touched more bricks than Quame's
Ice'll blind you
For real dog, believe me
Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie
So I'ma take it easy
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So why don't you run across the border mama?
(I'll go cross the border papa)
An' what will you bring me back mama?
(You know what I'll bring you back papa)
So don't forget
(I won't forget)
To bring me back
(To bring you back)
What I need
(What you need)
Tonight
(Tonight)
Will you run across the border mama?
(I'll go cross the border papa)
Verse 2:
(Mr.)
Mr., Mr.
I know you heard
Show me love while I drive
Chick, I like to swerve
I'll take you to the airport so you can cop them birds
Now is you 'bout it mami?
Whoa, let me know
Is it the shot, the car, the looks, or the dough?
She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I don't lie."
I get wit her, get wit her girlfriend
An' ask, "When can we all get together again?"
Man, I never love chicks
What you talkin' about?
She toss me for free, you be takin' her out
I never broke in butt, since I been in yo house
An' my connect the only reason she be runnin' down south
Chickens high for a ride, dependin' who key's startin'
Forget a Jaguar
Cop a Aston Martin, pardon
No talkin', Mr. say sparkin'
Dudes can't understand
They still walkin'
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Boobonic)
Hot new whips what they see Boo in
We play down in C-A-C-U-N
Uh, nice wit the O flex, outta line
Cut a chick off like O.J.
Ya'll ain't ready
That's why all ya'll dudes look hurt when ya'll see me
More Franklin's than Kirk
And I'm spendin' 'em wit GP
Thick tube socks I rock, like I'm from DC
Cash Money as in Juvenile, like BG
(Mr.)
Top down on the Cadillac Allante
I get street stripes like Carlito Picante
Dog, I tax ya'll cause it costs to live
And still show no love like foster kids
I rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridge
My car hotter than the grill
While ya'll walk, I wheel
Oh, your Roley go tick and tock?
It's not real
And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga
Chorus