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hooters - 870glizzy & bumboi lyrics

b*tch i’m back
turnt up to the max
pimpin’, countin’ paper stacks
bullets go through windows, n*gga
when i let them out this mac

whole*whole* whole gang eatin’ good
hooters we got plenty racks
hollows when i load up my gat
got a bad b*tch rubbin’ up on my back

this*this that player sh*t
you don’t know nothin’ about
i don’t say too much
just say enough bet a b*tch gon’ bust it down
i don’t gotta prove sh*t
that them folks figure it out
make me pull up on da nawf and show you how quick sh*t goes south

okay, it’s my way or no way
b*tch, that ain’t up for discussion
if you don’t make more money than me then you can’t tell me nothin
way dat i keep them k’s
you think i was in the klan or that i’m russian
if i said it, i’ma do it, i’ma do it
ain’t no bluffin
b*tch, we four deep in the 4 door
with a glock 4.0 tryna make some hurt
sh*t get too creep when i’m in the streets
n*ggas know me if i pop out somebody get murked

b*tch i’m a dеmon i came from the dirt
i can’t let thеm get me, i’m gettin’ them first
b*tch, if the opps end up catching me lackin
i’m doin’, i’m doin’ myself like i’m kurt

b*tch i’m back
turnt up to the max
pimpin’, countin’ paper stacks
bullets go through windows, n*gga
when i let them out this mac

whole*whole* whole gang eatin’ good
hooters we got plenty racks
hollows when i load up my gat
got a bad b*tch rubbin’ up on my back

b*tch i’m back
turnt up to the max
pimpin’, countin’ paper stacks
bullets go through windows, n*gga
when i let them out this mac
whole*whole* whole gang eatin’ good
hooters we got plenty racks
hollows when i load up my gat
got a bad b*tch rubbin’ up on my back

got a bad b*tch rubbing up on my gat
got em all big mad like my name is sam
hyde
hide yo feelings in a bag
protect yo benjis before this lightning strike back
talk
talk yo sh*t cus you mad then yo got yo ass beat couldn’t do me like that
it is what it is better take yo l
stack sum bread n bounce right back

shots in his back got his boys screaming
ricky
fye from the muzzle gon light my
blizzy
all this recoil got my arms feeling
dizzy
ion kiss hoes that sh*t be
icky

kicking back a door when i feeling bold
shoot out the lights as i creep from below
rip out yo eyes and i torture yo soul
we leave you to rot till birds feed they own
b*tch i’m back
turnt up to the max
pimpin’, countin’ paper stacks
bullets go through windows, n*gga
when i let them out this mac

whole*whole* whole gang eatin’ good
hooters we got plenty racks
hollows when i load up my gat
got a bad b*tch rubbin’ up on my back

b*tch i’m back
turnt up to the max
pimpin’, countin’ paper stacks
bullets go through windows, n*gga
when i let them out this mac

whole*whole* whole gang eatin’ good
hooters we got plenty racks
hollows when i load up my gat
got a bad b*tch rubbin’ up on my back
ugh

- 870glizzy bumboi lyrics

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