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bhc n****s - bbcapone lyrics

[intro]

ayyyye huh? bhc yea
(bhc 283 aye aye) yea yea (bhc aye!) yeah

(wax) {pre*verse}

last n*gga tried bro (huh?) hit him right behind his head (good lord)
smoking on that f*ck n*gga , (aye)
now what kinda pack is this? (that it’s)
bulletproof the whip
it don’t matter we gone blow the b*tch (boom boom)
took off on that b*tch, yeah she thick but she can’t suck a d*ck
spend it on the cl!ck you a trick you spent it on a b*tch (good lord)
spend on my wrist imma flex watch out for the drip (i swear)
pull up on yo strip with that draco finna slide with this (d*mn,d*mn)
free my bro they ain’t giving statements, we just wait and sit
(bhc aye)

(wax) {verse}

i can’t lie i can tell you scared see it in yo eyes (good lord)
henny when i drive smoking drinking and pistol by*myside
staking out by this n*gga house incase he come outside
wonder why all my n*ggas cray? see it in they eye
is you high? b*tch i’m rollin hard i can’t even lie (good lord)
what you doing with that plug? do really go and buy? (no) (aye)
put a shooter on the roof just wait here if they slide
in the bush with a stick cause the drum hard to hide (boom)
went in cheated on this b*tch she found out in she cried (swear)
but the b*tch can suck a duck and she always need a ride(woo,woo)
i was always in them streets you ain’t never come outside
and if you think you cut like me? you a m*th* f*ckin lie!
walk pass trynna bump me you can m*th* f*ckin try (b*tch)
trynna go where i been? you gone have to learn to fly
trynna lurk where i’m at? you must really wanna die
she been calling me all day she must wanna hear a lie (aye d*mn)
do he got some hi*tech? if he do that’s my guy
cause the purp ain’t the same i be cool with a line
if you owe me n ain’t pay me i knock the shoes off yo guy
(boom boom)
and the tool with stick let’s go catch a homicide (homicideee)
(yea yea) let’s go catch a homicide throw the stick out the roof
(let’s go catch a homicideeee)
(bbcapone) [hook]

f*ck all them n*ggas (aye,aye)
cause i’m down for my n*ggas (aye)
imma ride for my n*ggas (aye)
f*ck all them n*ggas
(bhc aye)

(bbcapone) {verse}

f*ck all these n*ggas
imma ride for my n*ggas (d*mn)
if you slide with them n*ggas
you gone die with them n*gga! (boom boooooom)
real g sh*t i”ll slap 5 outta n*gga
on*site me a n*gga, take a life from a n*gga
big old ass rifle i”ll snipe me a n*gga (good lord)
he ain’t hit the barbershop got a high*top fade
n*ggas cuffin these hoes that’s lowkey jayys
knock the chip off yo shoulder f*ck frito*lays
catch ‘‘em online and he talkin big sh*t (b*tch)
catch ‘em out in*traffic and he scary asa b*tch
treat him like a vine, give him 30*shot clips
i be real*life really trynna murda some sh*t
scene full of sh*lls like some baby turtles in sh*t (d*mn)(good lord)
burn a p*ssy n*gga! i ain’t talkin hurt when u p*ss
like u play for greenbay put a g on yo head (b*tch)
like any f*ckin time, n*gga any f*ckin where
bhc is the gang that i live by ( i swear i swear)
if you disrespect us it’s a must we slide
we gone sit and watch a n*gga like, days of are life
then wave them bullets at you like, hey n*gga by
f*ck that i’m jumpin out with that k n*gga die!
(aye d*mn)
imma stand over n*ggas like a slave when they lie! (d*mn)
knock a n*gga fro off, toupee for that guy
make him take a couple shots no dusay for that guy (good lord)
(aye) no dusay for that guy he gon
he gon ride then that n*gga gon hide (you a b*tch)
aye no dusay for that guy
n*ggas say they gone ride but they really gon (bhc aye)
n*ggas hoes!
who want war with a shotta? (good lord)
shot at yo momma! b*tch slap yo grandma! (b*tch)
n*ggas be thirsty, like who wants a fanta
come in yo crib when you sleep like i’m santa (santa)
(aye) then slap the f*ck out a yo b*tch ass
(shut yo b*tch ass up n*gga)
then wish a n*gga would like baby drew said
(bbcapone) [hook]

f*ck all these n*ggas
imma ride for my n*ggas
imma die for my n*ggas
bhc n*ggas (aye)

- bbcapone lyrics

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