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B-Lovee – My Everything (Part II) (Official Audio) ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

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Official audio for “My Everything (Pt. II)” by B-Lovee feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

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  2. One of my favorite songs out right now… 🔥 ❤🔥 ❤ 🔥

    B Lovee be straight slayin' the game, no doubt! AUTHENTIC VIEWS gave him a boost, but his raw talent remains unchanged. He's holdin' it down like a true boss! Drop a thumbs up if you're vibin' with it, fam!

  12. [Chorus: B Lovee]
    She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
    Bad lil' bitch, not basic
    Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
    We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
    We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
    Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
    Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'

    [Post-Chorus: B Lovee]
    No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
    He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
    She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
    Made eighty packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
    Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
    Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
    I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though

    [Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
    It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money (Huh)
    She like stars and double Rs, I like them hotties (Huh)
    All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
    But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
    Don't you say it unless you're certain
    Behind Maybach curtains I be steady sippin' syrup
    Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
    Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
    At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance
    Look

    [Verse 2: B Lovee]
    And I put that on bro, I ain't trippin' (Like what?)
    Talkin' actors, they know who to mention
    I could tell that they know that I'm gifted (Know that I'm gifted)
    Her shit water, no faucet, it's drippin' (It's drippin')
    Oh, act bad then, I'ma bend that ass over and smack it (I'ma smack it)
    Oh, act bad then, get to throwin' them bullets like Madden (Like it's Madden)
    She wanna go to the mall and go grab shit
    She keep talkin' her shit 'cause her ass did
    It get tough in the spot, better fasten (Boy, you better fasten up)
    Niggas hot when it's action (Niggas hot)
    Watch her ride, shit like magic
    Bullets fire, shit get tragic

    [Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
    Walk through, missile on me
    Show me some' different, baby
    You don't wanna get to know me
    If I get this Rollie for you they gon' end up hatin' on you
    Girl, I don't do dates but this big-body 'Burban, girl, I sent it for you
    I don't even trust bitches, how'd I end up venting to you? Huh?
    Police on my body like I got a shottie with me
    She actin' naughty, I know she want me to spank it (Vroom)
    Hop in this 'Rari we can be fly together
    Fuck bein' basic
    Lotta niggas wanna talk behind us
    But it's good I never say shit

    [Chorus: B Lovee]
    She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
    Bad lil' bitch, not basic
    Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
    We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
    We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
    Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
    Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'

    [Post-Chorus: B Lovee]
    No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
    He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
    She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
    Made eighty packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
    Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
    Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
    I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though

    [Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
    It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money
    She like stars and double Rs, I like them thotties
    All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
    But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
    Don't you say it unless you're certain

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