Rasaq - Girlfriend lyrics

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3] Your girlfriend, in a suburban She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin' *I'm in person, to see her flirtin' s**in' n slirpin, and showin' her skin And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him* *Only said the third time the hook is sung* King Koookoookooopa Koookoookooopa Koopa Koookoookooopa Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa) Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne Gotta keep it gutta mayne Koookoookooopa I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might [Lil Boo] Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin' Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education But I hit the dealership, cuz lil boo is not patient Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, hold up [Lil Boo- talking] Hold up foo Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne They see us grindin', tryna make this paper This is ghetto status mayne Don't put me on this funny beats no mo Come on, tear up the mic uh [Rasaq] Lay it down, lay it down Ya pins lay it down Lay 'em down, lay 'em down The pad lay 'em down Lay it down, lay it down Ya mic lay it down Lay it down, lay it down Ya foos lay it down Cuz I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears Spittin' in ya left side This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close They say my sk**s is makin' progress Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless n***as comin' out soft, like maple car stressed And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath And I ain't even harness, my full is potential But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals And so does chamillion, is it coincidental? Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over When the days over I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts Now that's what I call a hang over Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower The man is colder, than a damn can of soda Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa n***a, jus remember that