LayLow Boog - Master Of Disaster

I just needed you for a lil' company You workin' poor jobs expecting luxury
You with the fuckery, I'm with the fuckery But when she get mad, she wanna come and lay
under me
All of her problems, I'm tryna see through em

If you keep it real, show you how to maneuver
Can't be around them boys, they be actin like choosers
He thinkin' he tough, but he soft
And he might end up worse than them cooper
Damn, I might have to boot her
Watch what I say, manifesting my future Manifesting my future

Gotta get in it, yeah I swear my past is already wrote
So don't come around bringin' up shit you don't know
If u played with the mission, I left his blocked, soaked
Left his block soakin' wet
We tryna ride around the city, put tags on him,
bro Got the chop like the dog, he gon' ham on em
Glock on my side when I ride and sell bags
Dese niggas trippin', bro, I use the 30 mag for em
Standard clip in know I'm rockin' with 15
Dirty-ass boy in the grass, tryna blow steam

He wanna headshot, he tryna OD He don't want no surgery, like doin' burglaries yea
He is the master of the disaster He good for the joke and to bring out the laughter
One day she get roses, one day wanna smack her
Follow my dreams, you can't find with a tracker
hacker
She wanna wrestle , feel on my dick and I dove for the tackle
Lil' mama fine out that shit she been through I'ma help her ass out if she ride on my mantel yea
He is the master of the disaster He good for the joke and to bring out the laughter
One day she get roses, one day wanna smack her

Follow my dreams you can't find with a tracker
Hacker
she wanna wrestle feel on my dick and I dove for the tackle
Lil' mama fine all that shit she been through I'ma help her ass out if she ride on my mantel
Actin' like a chooser, then the bitch gettin' kicked out

Lil shorty raw, but that pussy been dicked out
I been havin Za turn into a smokehouse
Mama find out I started trippin', now she help out
I'm a grown nigga, turn a zip, to a quarter pound

More motion man, big Cheeto havin plenty loud
Maji like to shhhh
I ain't never had a runner mouth, having plenty sticks
Front street, we can do it now
L-A-Y-L-O-W-B-O-O-G You know, boog you can add the I.E

Boogie' my name in the mission, I bleed
If it ain't for the money, or help mine in need
Then, bitch, you can leave
Each song I make, it's a new strand of weed

I got them Ps in a circle
I see a bag and you know I'ma huddle it
I just needed you for a lil' company
You workin' poor jobs expecting luxury

You with the fuckery, I'm with the fuckery
But when she get mad, she wanna come and lay under me
All of her problems, I'm tryna see through em
If you keep it real, show you how to maneuver

Can't be round them boys, they be actin' like choosers
He is the master of the disaster
He good for the joke and to bring out the laughter
One day, she get roses, one day, wanna smack her

Follow my dreams, you can't find with a tracker
Hacker, she wanna wrestle fell in my dick
And I dove for the tackle
Lil mama fine all the shit she been through
I'ma help her ass out of she ride on my mantle
He is the master of the disaster
He good for the joke and to bring the laughter
One day, she get roses, one day, wanna smack her

Follow my dreams, you can't fight with a tracker
Hacker, she wanna wrestle fell on my dick
And I dove for the tackle
Lil mama finea all the shit she been through
I'ma help her ass out if she ride on my mantle

Written by:
jawuan pollard

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