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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

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Macaroni Lyrics - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Nigga don't tell me what you want 

Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone 

Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak 

Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up 

Knew I was gon' put it in song 

We ain't get to fuck 

Think about when you leave her home 

Where she really at? 

Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at 

A lot of niggas hatin' on the boy 

Why you really mad? 

Is it cause I'm really putting on where my city at 

Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at 

I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack 

They don't wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back 

 

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Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back 

Now they probably all up in my DM I don't get to check 

I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don't get me mad 

Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap 

Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet 

When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender yeah 

Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah 

Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah 

 

My nigga don't tell me what to do 

Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot 

Had to lock myself inside the booth, that's how I kept my cool 

Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that's why I kept my tool 

Don't you try to tell me nothing nigga you don't know me 

Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé 

Got a hitta, couple hittas up when I'm by my lonely 

I think they already know wassup, I don't fuck with phonies 

Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie 

Lately I been on the west-side, don't need no other homies 

Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me 

I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact 

 

Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back 

Now they probably all up in my DM I don't get to check 

I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don't get me mad 

Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap 

Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet 

When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender yeah 

Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah 

Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah 

 

Macaroni in a bowl 

The way she mix it up 

They way she mix it in a bowl 

They way she mix it up 

Macaroni in a... mix it up 

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