Lyrics:
exes
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Old-timers, we could talk love or breakfast
Sport max, mix match it
You still the freshest you my bitch now
I think
off tonight
Motherfuckin' fire, beotch!
Kill em off like this, boom motherfucker boom
VECTeezy dem say him Born 2 Die, BLAOW
Kill em off like that,
ain't gang, you here for clout (fuck outta here)
Talking shit, we tape ya mouth (boom, boom)
I got pitbulls with the red eyes
Knife by the bed side
Grrah, grrah
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Grrah-grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
, boom, boom
Across the room
And I assumed
You were the bloom
Illuminated by my zoom
Mm mm by my zoom
And I feel than I can fly
Above the hue and cry
Until
to my party
Gave her some Check she can cash it
Eh eh ehhhhh
Gang gang woo
We the only ones who came through
And there I go boom boom boom Boom boom
Pull
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (on our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm
verslind.
Spur, Dros, jou girl is los,
Sys by Aardklop en by Innibos
Sy sluk brandewyn wat fokol kos
Haar lawyer is Prof Pierre de Vos.
Sorry prof, jou girl
than this, baby
2 smooth criminals doing one thing
Getting the baddest one in the room
Shawty, you caught my eye when I walked inside this club
Your body
What the fuck wrong wit her
I'm bout to goin' in on this one
Haha bitch
Boom boom boom body rocking in this bitch
It's going down I'm wilding out
the MAC blast tear off
Your mask then hit the lab
Mix the Remy in gun powder
Murder the pen and pad
Snort a line o' ether
Shed light on yo' demonic features
boom clap
I drop you off by six o' clock
Keep a pistol gotta ride with my glock
No DM, but I been shooting my shot
Slide, for my dawgs Imma ride
Got
Boom Boom Boom lets go back to my room
So we can do it all night and you can make me feel right
Boom boom boom lets go back to my room
So we
"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy club where there's a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
On tonight. if
anyways
So you ain't takin’ that notice
The sun rise by the day, he play
I’m bussin’ his dome boom, baow
I mix that flame with that rock
Put that pain
'em, drill 'em)
Straight out the coast, right by the ocean
We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'
We in them 'Rari's, them bitches is floatin'
Know they
lo mataron
(Capo)
Everybody know that capo was a stepper (step it)
Catch me in the club
Got the Glock in la fiesta (boom-boom-boom)
I sold 'em
Guys (and I saw Five Guys)
Kinko, they was aimin' high, I had to get low (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bustin' you and then I kick her out by
the beats for our oath to the club
That's when the noisy guy comes with his empty tub
Hey Mr. Boom Boom Box, let's clean the mess in the woods
He turns on his
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
Yeah
Ayo, Team UK, stand up (the moment you've all been waiting for)
This is the Grime mix (hello, good morning)
Skepta, Diddy Dirty Money
going to get you)
Wobbly rope bridge
Broke inches tired of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads
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