boast ft. Key Kelly Lyrics

(Key Kelly exclusive)

(Hmmm, Hmmm, uh chyeah)

Tired of all these drugs fucking with my system

Know you just want love, tired of all these 'ism's

You want that Number (N)ine

You want Yves Saint Laurent

You want Comme des Garçons

Take one look inside my mind

You want love, but why would you think you would find that here

(Think you would find that here)

(Think you would find that here)

I got them racks on me, bag on me, oh yeah let's go

I got your ho on me, she want me, I don't even mean to boast

I keep that strap on me, close on me, 'cause they want my soul

Niggas be fake, I know

Hoes they be fake, I know

She want Jay, i know

She want a nigga, I know

She want fame, I know

She just want fame, she just like to boast

I Think she's in love, she won't leave me alone

'Choppa like Great Clips, at your dome

Prada bag for her anguish, yeah you know

Took a look at her face, thought she saw a ghost

What I say

Yeah, like what I say

And I always stay praying for better days

'Til then I'm sliding like Kid 'n Play, ricochet, 808 like MMA, Kickin'

They watching when I walk in the building

Stay focused on getting some millions

Nah, i ain't no regular civilain

Brand new whip, drop-top on the ceiling

They stay trying to paint me like the villain

Rich ass nigga, I get that skrilla

We finna hit up Lenox, me and the whole gang swerve in a four door

I don't need no honorable mention, but all you lil' niggas my kinfolk

(Hmmm, Hmmm, uh chyeah)

Tired of all these drugs fucking with my system

Know you just want love, tired of all these 'ism's

You want that Number (N)ine

You want Yves Saint Laurent

You want Comme des Garçons

Take one look inside my mind

You want love, but why would you think you would find that here

(Think you would find that here)

(Think you would find that here)

I got them racks on me, bag on me, oh yeah let's go

I got your ho on me, she want me, I don't even mean to boast

I keep that strap on me, close on me, 'cause they want my soul

Niggas be fake, I know

Hoes they be fake, I know

She want Jay, i know

She want a nigga, I know

She want fame, I know

She just want fame, she just like to boast

I Think she's in love, she won't leave me alone

'Choppa like Great Clips, at your dome

Prada bag for her anguish, yeah you know

Took a look at her face, thought she saw a ghost