It's ah Boomer Boomer Boomer
Yeah
My lil thottie she ah hottie
See that sauce that's drippin on me
Took her Neiman Marcus shopping
Might Chanel her or Dior
Off the profit that I got it, cause I'm running up a margin
Got these pussy niggas awkward cause some real niggas coming
Woah stash sacks off in the hood when they hear the narcs coming
If they spot the clientele, they go searching Dora Explora
Use to trap when I was bored like the shit was playing sports
Back then was a gitty bug use to pray to meet ah source
Ran them commas up proper 20 when I dated doctors
Still them semis kept it popping seen the Fendi that be on me
I been spending up a budget see they f*cking fake thuggin
Dada with the f*cking roscoe he gone blow it if he throw it
Niggas got me paranoid what with all this slick talking
Know the mafioso real cause the shit embedded on me
Pray for my dawg who got the steel cause he booted off the molly
Give a f*ck bout how you feel cause we takin what we want
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
Long live Vito neighborhood hero
Entrepreneur negro shooting high low or C low
Ballin on these niggas so easy how I hit free throws
Use to rob these niggas sweeter than might my bitch licking that pre roll
Francis Coppola I'm shooting film casting departure
Watch the haters shake off me they catch the clip when I spark it
Lot of these niggas been told that I'm running up margins
Fugazi homie you been fold can't trust you far as I spot ya
That's why a nigga heart been cold on the hill behind Johnson's
Skeebe keep hitting my phone, bust that left Columbia College
Whole bunch of people acknowledge the fact I started from bottom
Back when it was doing numbers an ran the commas up proper at
Niggas from up top round to Dixie stayed with they hammer
Buck, Toot, Thugg, Ghee, an Phoney they give us that swagga
Reggie, Harp, Hook, Tim them my uncles and Dirty Darryl
Assault batteries tempted to kills, faces been stamping
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
That's Baby Boom Knockin'
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
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C.O.K.E - Running Up a Margin Lyrics
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It's ah Boomer Boomer Boomer
Yeah
My lil thottie she ah hottie
See that sauce that's drippin on me
Took her Neiman Marcus shopping
Might Chanel her or Dior
Off the profit that I got it, cause I'm running up a margin
Got these pussy niggas awkward cause some real niggas coming
Woah stash sacks off in the hood when they hear the narcs coming
If they spot the clientele, they go searching Dora Explora
Use to trap when I was bored like the shit was playing sports
Back then was a gitty bug use to pray to meet ah source
Ran them commas up proper 20 when I dated doctors
Still them semis kept it popping seen the Fendi that be on me
I been spending up a budget see they f*cking fake thuggin
Dada with the f*cking roscoe he gone blow it if he throw it
Niggas got me paranoid what with all this slick talking
Know the mafioso real cause the shit embedded on me
Pray for my dawg who got the steel cause he booted off the molly
Give a f*ck bout how you feel cause we takin what we want
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
Long live Vito neighborhood hero
Entrepreneur negro shooting high low or C low
Ballin on these niggas so easy how I hit free throws
Use to rob these niggas sweeter than might my bitch licking that pre roll
Francis Coppola I'm shooting film casting departure
Watch the haters shake off me they catch the clip when I spark it
Lot of these niggas been told that I'm running up margins
Fugazi homie you been fold can't trust you far as I spot ya
That's why a nigga heart been cold on the hill behind Johnson's
Skeebe keep hitting my phone, bust that left Columbia College
Whole bunch of people acknowledge the fact I started from bottom
Back when it was doing numbers an ran the commas up proper at
Niggas from up top round to Dixie stayed with they hammer
Buck, Toot, Thugg, Ghee, an Phoney they give us that swagga
Reggie, Harp, Hook, Tim them my uncles and Dirty Darryl
Assault batteries tempted to kills, faces been stamping
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
That's Baby Boom Knockin'
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
Yeah
My lil thottie she ah hottie
See that sauce that's drippin on me
Took her Neiman Marcus shopping
Might Chanel her or Dior
Off the profit that I got it, cause I'm running up a margin
Got these pussy niggas awkward cause some real niggas coming
Woah stash sacks off in the hood when they hear the narcs coming
If they spot the clientele, they go searching Dora Explora
Use to trap when I was bored like the shit was playing sports
Back then was a gitty bug use to pray to meet ah source
Ran them commas up proper 20 when I dated doctors
Still them semis kept it popping seen the Fendi that be on me
I been spending up a budget see they f*cking fake thuggin
Dada with the f*cking roscoe he gone blow it if he throw it
Niggas got me paranoid what with all this slick talking
Know the mafioso real cause the shit embedded on me
Pray for my dawg who got the steel cause he booted off the molly
Give a f*ck bout how you feel cause we takin what we want
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
Long live Vito neighborhood hero
Entrepreneur negro shooting high low or C low
Ballin on these niggas so easy how I hit free throws
Use to rob these niggas sweeter than might my bitch licking that pre roll
Francis Coppola I'm shooting film casting departure
Watch the haters shake off me they catch the clip when I spark it
Lot of these niggas been told that I'm running up margins
Fugazi homie you been fold can't trust you far as I spot ya
That's why a nigga heart been cold on the hill behind Johnson's
Skeebe keep hitting my phone, bust that left Columbia College
Whole bunch of people acknowledge the fact I started from bottom
Back when it was doing numbers an ran the commas up proper at
Niggas from up top round to Dixie stayed with they hammer
Buck, Toot, Thugg, Ghee, an Phoney they give us that swagga
Reggie, Harp, Hook, Tim them my uncles and Dirty Darryl
Assault batteries tempted to kills, faces been stamping
Say black who that over they
Shout us out like TelePrompTer
Why they coming round our way
Cause the feel is dripping sauce
Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment
When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket
That's Baby Boom Knockin'
Know that we been on a cool run
No sprinting niggas jogging
Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running
I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin
Writer: Cordero Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid