Letra de Headaches - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

I called your bitch and told her forget it

In the club with a motherfuckin' stick, it is not an aesthetic

The baguetties pop out of the tints, shoutout to Elliot

I'm poppin' these pills like they Tylenol, but they never get rid of the headaches, let's get it

I'm ridin' around with a stallion

My chain bigger than a medallion

My name on her body, she tatted up

Forty-one bezel, the bad man, oh

Blue faces like Mystique and her ex cannot take it

Don't tell me you love me and fake it, that shit is irrelevant, just keep it player (Huh)

Told you, you don't gotta trade it, you can get the crocodile or the gator

Just hit up girl from the Hermès store, tell her, "I'ma see you later"

Bought the whole damn Bergdorf store, now I go to Kenz' and Ford for the flavor

Balenciaga your favorite, we can get Kanye to make it

This the lifestyle of a Bronx nigga from the west side, can't fake it

I was just there on the concrete jungle, made it out the pavement

Mama told me show no love, but do not be a hater

Like LeBron on the Lakers, cross it off, I'ma—

Damn, when I pull out my bands

Paid ten thousand for these Chrome Hearts pants

Yeah, go 'head, act dead

Nigga, if it rained, we still slid

Me and my dogs gon' ride, together like Clifford, leave that bitch on read

'Round here, niggas don't dance, fuck that cha-cha slide, we just blam, blam (Blam)

Fuck around and get you blammed

Free my broski Montana and V-12 up out that can

That F&N don't jam, fuck around, go through you and your mans

See you when I land, out in Canada, yeah, I'm the man

Yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man

Yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man

My mama, she proud of me

Her baby a prodigy

And I'm rockin' Prada jeans

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