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Boom |
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We livin in the last days |
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Yeah we saw what's over |
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[Hook:] |
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40 on me break you off papa |
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And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka |
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Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker |
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Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka |
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My niggas hit licks like shotas with the forty glockas |
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Like Boomshakalaka boom |
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And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass |
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Like boomshakalaka nigga |
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People say we runnin out of time |
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And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka |
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I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a |
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Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch |
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People say we runnin out of time |
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And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka |
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A nigga run upon me and try to take mine |
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I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch |
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I'm ballin forty in my hand |
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Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam |
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Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off |
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My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost |
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I'm finna act up |
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Now show punks just how I'm strapped up |
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Glock on me, (fuck you up) |
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Hot damn, son of a bitch |
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Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch |
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Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories |
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Turn your bitches on, she extra horny |
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And I know what I'm on, with your fine ass |
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She got red lipstick on the wine glass |
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I know you niggas mad |
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I see you tail wagging |
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Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen |
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She got off work and came straight to the club |
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Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug |
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Oh you mad |
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[Hook] |
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Bitch trill OG barbeda on ready |
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Triger finger on the triger and it's all steady |
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No problem is too big or too small |
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Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls |
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No matter who calls we answer first ring |
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Mind on the money baby that's the first thing |
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Got your baby mama [?] |
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Losing a hundred million wouldn't be the worst thing |
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This that mob music, stricktly for made men |
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Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then |
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I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin |
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They gone find you right there in the same spot you lay in |
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I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro |
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I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro |
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And you know so act right |
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'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka |
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[Hook] |
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I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow) |
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Thiss what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow) |
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Here's two on the way down plow plow |
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Here's four more plow plow plow plow |
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I got a plan to take over your land |
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If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand |
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I'm not a star you know my name now my story |
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You simple you represent fame I rep glory |
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Damn now these nigga's talkin down |
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But they don't say nothin when I'm around |
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They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound |
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No matter of fact fuck that you get around |
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I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers |
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I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas |
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My whole outfit from Paris |
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Show up to your house party like Robert Harris |
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[Hook] |
![Boomshakalaka (Feat. Bun B) [Prod. by Woodro Skillson]](/storage/34/335716.jpg "Boomshakalaka (Feat. Bun B) [Prod. by Woodro Skillson]")