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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Last Time (feat. G Herbo) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Damil Coste
Damil Coste
Songwriter
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Jengis Rahmanoski
Jengis Rahmanoski
Songwriter
Joseph Zoumboulias
Joseph Zoumboulias
Songwriter
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Drop off my own, DLO) I can't even picture bein' pop again Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, not again I'm from New York, but I'm never rockin' Timbs She caught me fuckin' with her friend And after that, we never spoke again Last time we fucked I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time Last time, you was actin' mad shy I forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad, right Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby You the one that told me I could rule the world And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas In a Lamborghini, don't know if it's Urus or it's yours Bitches only want Margielas, they just don't know how to tell us It ain't trickin' if you got it (got it) But it's tricky so I got it on me Two .22s in my shoes like I'm Biggie Got the shotty on my lap, where the fuck is Ricky goin'? Big body Bentley rollin' (woo), ass and titties And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley By the way, before I pulled up to the gym, I had the Jimmy Police tryna get me, I'm like, "So what if I'm grippy'd up?" Lil' broski ain't a killer, they ask why I call him Killy No SIM card on my phone, keep a semi automatically I'd rather get caught with it than without it Niggas mad at me and I know it's my fault, but I can't help it If she's bad-bad, mad, baddies around me, we on everything And honestly, I only pick you up because you pretty And I'm picky Let you pick out (pick out), VVS's if you— (woo) Baby girl, don't wait for it, love me now Now I got twenty-one questions for you Last time we fucked (last time) Why couldn't you just say it was the last time? Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time Last time you was actin' mad shy (mad shy) Forgot to tell you I was high But I want you really bad, right (yeah, yeah) Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby (yeah, yeah) You the one that told me I could rule the world (world) And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice (uh) Been around the world, and these hoes don't mean nothin' to me Fuck like I love her, when I'm done It's just fun to me (it's just fun to me, nah) Real street nigga, she just love I got a gun with me (got it) Only way I love her when I'm bustin' and she cum with me (come on) Last time I'd seen her, she told me she done with me Fightin' fed cases, she ain't gon' go on a run with me (yeah) Goin' back and forth, bitch, you try and match your tongue with me All I want is love, bitch You know I got my son with me (you know that) I got the chop' with me while I got my son with me (ayy) Facin' all this trauma, why you fuck me if you done with me? (Why?) How you bitchin' on the 'Gram if you miss me? (You miss me) I be feelin' like you stand when you kiss me (mwah, come back) All these bitches on my dick, they just list me I don't kick it with them hoes, 'cause it's risky (way too risky) Lot of bitches I be knowin' wanna get me I be ridin' with my pole, plus a fifty (grr, woo, woo, woo, woo) Last time we fucked I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time (had time) Last time, you was actin' mad shy I forgot to tell you I was high But I want you really bad, right (yeah, yeah) Any time you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby (yeah, yeah) You the one that told me I could rule the world And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice (woo)
Writer(s): Jengis Rahmanoski, Matthew Spatola, Herbert Wright, Eeti Eratuli, Damil Coste, Artist Dubose, Shaun Thomas, Joseph Zoumboulias, Samuel Haataja, Mikael Haataja Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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