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Bitch Im so cold Gangsta ya hear me
The trillest the realest My music ya feel it
In the boot and the Lonestar my Aura the biggest
I did it I live it

Bouncin off the pack pack
OMG I like that
Flickin shade right back
Flickin shade right back
While the boot bite back
Bouncin off the pack pack
OMG I

my mind, yeah
But I’m ridin round town wit a new jawn
Smoke grass, shit I think I burned a few lawns
Stepping on the fuckin' couch with my boots

I got the chopper like N.L.E
Bitch get the boot like it's Italy 
Don't say my name do not mention me 
We ain't the same match my energy 
Fuck do you

the scowl from your face
Or face a boot to the jowls
Radiating through to you and me
From me to you
A slew aloof
Up through the roof
To grow a tooth
Or maybe

the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner

It's stamped
And I'm past that, I'm sharp
And this ass fat,

Wahh

Taught her how to shoot
How ta boot
As a last resort
How to cook
How to stretch the work
To never come up short
To be a lady in ever situation that

rhinestones
They sparkle when I dance bootscoot'n style
Boot scoot'n style
No matter how your feeling
When you see them too your sure to smile
So lets all smile

got my money right
Hold up
Now we wockhardt pourin'
Shit been getting boring
I've been thinking 'bout you every night
When I'm tourin'
I've been

niggas getting blem
Mixing up her guts because I got me a degree in chem
Brown ass hunnits ya they Pakistani
Dick gon stretch her out we doing yoga in

nigga it's up then we purging ha
Put a nigga ona shirt yeaa
Put a nigga ona shirt yeaa put a nigga ona shirt
I'm from the boot where it's murder
Another

I ain't paying rent, I'm taking it
Owning space like it's all been mine
An alien setting up this shop
Flying orbits 'round lame hick hop
Surgery with

no point to end this
You're one girl I can't quit
Even after you put up
With all of my shit
There's no way we could split
Those pink boot are laced

plan
For me and you
Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do
I bet God wears boots

This heart of mine was rock hard ground
Needed tilling up
Took a lot

O gotta know that you down to boot
I gotta know that you down to get up from the roots
I gotta know that you down to put on them  boots
And put in

that up it's now occurring that I'm over stepping
I ain't going to tip toe in this game
Big stepper curb stomp boot to the brain
Right then I left her

was gone off the boot These niggas be lying they ain't telling The truth
When i hop in that car I'm trying go threw
Why the fuck you got that gun you

up yo eyes
Cause shit ain't always
How it seems to be
I Hit the tree
Open up my eyes
It change my scenery
I Shoot my shot
Then turn away
I know, it's

dip
Lip in it
It's cold
But my fire skin, zipping down
Cindarella spin around
My glass boots slip and sound
Cindarella spin around
But my fire skin,

making these plays
In the hills can't bring lose change
On my boots you can see my chains
Close your eyes can you feel this pain
Don't get to close I need

Meet Tom and Jerry

Music and the lyre
Smoke than fire
Milk and coffee
Meet Tom and Jerry

Puss gets the boots
Let's go to the roots
When the cat leaves

I got my money right
Hold up, now we Wockhardt pouring, shit been getting boring
I be thinking bout you every night when I'm touring
I be thinking

lust, whild heavy metal kiss
Put your horns up, bang your head around
Put on your leather jacket and chains and boots, all hail the underground
Let's take

I said my boots, got patina
My watch, got patina
My knife, got patina
Sippin' cappuccino
Said my phone, got patina
My gold, got patina
My gun, got