Hooligans (feat. La Scratch)
Chillin with the Hooligans
Oooo like who is this
Chillin with the hooligans
Who you with some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do u know who I'm with
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Breaded up like
You can call me Rockefeller
Move the pack in
Move the pack up in the coldest weather
You know I'm about my cheddar
Guapannese
Talk mozzarella
They want smoke
Go call the fellas
Lil shawty too you know she'll dead him
NBA
Trap house like Griselda
Trapping got my mail up
Fendi on my belt what
Walk up then your bitch fucked
Yea I'm on my shit
La Scratch I feel righteous
Oh la baby biting
Got it cutting like a Viking
Yea she got mileage
But she a hottie
Hot Tamale
Ricky Bobby
Shawty so enticing
Brodie serve the chicken
Not the Tyson
How you get them hunnids in them tight bands
How she throw that ass up in them tight pants
Hit the plug he like what this
What's this
Hit my girl tell her feel it
Feel It
On my Chevy shit
I'm feeling heavy bitch
Wait wait
She drive like Leti bitch
Wait
She got the water
Break the Levi bitch
I'll take you life bitch
Turn on the lights bitch legs go
Steal like belly bitch
Band aid like I'm Nelly bitch
Get on the floor
Watch my J's
Like I'm Nelly bitch
All this cash fall watch It rain
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you wit some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do you know who I'm wt
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you wit some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do u know who I'm with
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Breaded up like
All up in yo dreams like Freddy Kruger
Its a nightmare
Diamonds shine so bright
Like its not night here
Bread is heavy
No its not light here
Not buzzin I got bud so bring this light here
I got a chopstick
Right by my side
I see the police
He just might die
He think he know me
He just said hi
I was just smoking
He might ride by
I got a chopstick
Right by my side
I see the police
I just might lie
He said You smell like Dior
But gas is inside
Oooo like who is this
Chillin with the hooligans
Who you with some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do u know who I'm with
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Breaded up like
You can call me Rockefeller
Move the pack in
Move the pack up in the coldest weather
You know I'm about my cheddar
Guapannese
Talk mozzarella
They want smoke
Go call the fellas
Lil shawty too you know she'll dead him
NBA
Trap house like Griselda
Trapping got my mail up
Fendi on my belt what
Walk up then your bitch fucked
Yea I'm on my shit
La Scratch I feel righteous
Oh la baby biting
Got it cutting like a Viking
Yea she got mileage
But she a hottie
Hot Tamale
Ricky Bobby
Shawty so enticing
Brodie serve the chicken
Not the Tyson
How you get them hunnids in them tight bands
How she throw that ass up in them tight pants
Hit the plug he like what this
What's this
Hit my girl tell her feel it
Feel It
On my Chevy shit
I'm feeling heavy bitch
Wait wait
She drive like Leti bitch
Wait
She got the water
Break the Levi bitch
I'll take you life bitch
Turn on the lights bitch legs go
Steal like belly bitch
Band aid like I'm Nelly bitch
Get on the floor
Watch my J's
Like I'm Nelly bitch
All this cash fall watch It rain
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you wit some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do you know who I'm wt
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Chillin wt the hooligans
Who you wit some foolish men
Them or us who gon win
Bitch do u know who I'm with
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Breaded up like
All up in yo dreams like Freddy Kruger
Its a nightmare
Diamonds shine so bright
Like its not night here
Bread is heavy
No its not light here
Not buzzin I got bud so bring this light here
I got a chopstick
Right by my side
I see the police
He just might die
He think he know me
He just said hi
I was just smoking
He might ride by
I got a chopstick
Right by my side
I see the police
I just might lie
He said You smell like Dior
But gas is inside
Credits
Writer(s): Ikechukwu Ibe
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