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Aj What You Cookin - Boom Lyrics

Boom Lyrics[Intro]
Hold on
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bow (And she lovin' me)
Hold on, bow

[Chorus]
Glock-a-la-boom, little bitch
One shot, air out the room, little bitch, uh
She wanna cool with the kid
She wanna go book a room with the kid, uh
I'm like, wait, yeah
She wanna rump on me (Rump on me)
Ooh, that's yo bitch, why she talking to me? (Pew)
She tryna get fucked by the team (Fucked by the team, yeah)
I keep my shooters in motion
I pop out, they notice
She's lovin' my fashion, the clothin'
She like how I'm cocky, I'm boastin' (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up deep with the gang and wе rollin'
Keep it tucked, no need for the showin' (Hold on)
I got your bitch in the crib and shе throwin'
I'm gonna catch it without even knowin' (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
TD, Chevy
Whatever you got, go and kick it, yeah (Kick it)
I get the money, I flip it
Yo' bitch, she want me to come get right in it
I got the chop, I'ma up it and lift it
At yo' top and you know I'ma rip it
I'm with the gang and you know we not missin'
Pull out the chops, now that boy gettin' timid (Yeah)
Givenchy my body, B.B. on my waist
Go think I'ma good boy, watch you die today
She likin' my fashion, now she give me face
She look at you then she turn the other way
I get the money and I get the cake
I hop on a jet then fly across the states
Bullets get drawn just like a anime
Put you in the stars just like you in a Wraith (Pew, pew)
Grrr, bow, boom, hold on
I'm gonna clear out the room
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm countin' this loot, uh
All of my bills on me blue, yeah
I'm gonna up it, he zoom
Come from the trenches with robbers and goons
He wanna get it, I'm eatin' his food
I got his bitch and I'm right in her coon

[Chorus]
Glock-a-la-boom, little bitch
One shot, air out the room, little bitch, uh (Look)
She wanna cool with the kid
She wanna go book a room with the kid, uh
I'm like (Bow), wait, yeah
She wanna rump on me, hold on
Ooh, that's yo bitch, why she talking to me? (She wanna)
She tryna get fucked by the team (Yeah, yeah)
I keep my shooters in motion
I pop out, they notice (Notice)
She's lovin' my fashion, the clothin'
She like how I'm cocky, I'm boastin' (I'm boastin')
Pull up deep with the gang and we rollin'
Keep it tucked, no need for the showin'
I got your bitch in the crib and she throwin'
I'm gonna catch it without even knowin' (Pew, pew, pew)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, TD, wake, nigga
Bow