Startender (feat. Offset & Tyga) – A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – letras

Yeah, shawty got assShe just got a tummy tuck, yeahStartenders, run it upahLet’s get into itWatch your bitchYeahAhHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeahOoh, I see it in youYou just left your man, that’s too bad, oohPull up in a foreign like skrt skrtAll up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurtLa off the chains, now it’s time to run it upIn the game, got a twoSo you know they wanna pop, yeahYeah, shawty got assShe just got a tummy tuck, yeahStartenders, run it upHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m BiggaveliHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m BiggaveliOffset!Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (Hunnid)Runnin’ up the engine for my family, huh (Fam)Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Woo)Baguettes in my wrist andThey can’t stand me, huh (Baguettes)Coco on my Maybach like it’s « Free Meech » (Smash, smash)Shoot the hundred round andGet your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt)Patek on my wrist, this shit ain’t cheap, cheap (Woo)Perky or the Addy, which one you gon’ eat?If we got static, send the baddieMeet the Grim Reaper (Statis, static)Green lime Lambo’ with your bitch creepin’ (Skrrt)He got to poppin’ ’bout itSo I let the Tec eat him (Brrt, huh)I put the Nawf up on my backI get the M’s and feed ’em (Hey!)Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m BiggaveliHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeahBitch, I’m number one like I’m Nelly (Nelly)And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)Poppin’ shots, thug life, MakaveliSend the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get itThen we split it like a splinterIf I’m in it, it ain’t rentedGot the rims so biggie and my cars look skinnyGood pussy and you prettyBut you better off the Henny (Yeah)I ain’t Ray J, told a bitch, « Wait a minute » (Yeah)Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch »Come and get it » (Hol’ up)Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin’She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finishedHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m BiggaveliHmm, ain’t fucking with no off brand bitchOoh, don’t think these niggas understand meOoh, she let me touch it in MiamiOoh, I’m feelin’ like I’m Biggaveli, ah ooh yeahHead, shoulders, knees, focusHead, shoulders, knees, focus, yeahHead, yeah, shoulders, yeah, kneesYeah, going, yeahHead and shoulders, yeah, kneesYeah, focus, yeahHead, shoulders, knees, focusHead, shoulders, knees, focus, yeahHead and shoulders, yeah, kneesYeah, going, yeahHead and shoulders, yeah, kneesYeah, going, yeahHmm, ain’t fucking with noOff brand bitch (Bang)