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mystery box - bby goyard lyrics

{?} go and hit the road son
like a mom in this b*tch i won’t say nun
off a mystery box what the f*ck up in this thing
said they want my image told em go and get it framed
call up big guns they be shooting like it’s canes

db*db cooper b*tch i’m hopping out of planes
screaming f*ck a traitor we just made em walk the plank yuh
she be sucking like she got a blood bank
exotic pack from warsaw we shipped it down to burbank*bank
brain think like a nerd thing, i just like to geek*geek
diesel*gas sheets, come and shop with me*me
tax him for the wack sheets
tax him cuz he tacky
flak*jacket flimsy
last of my kind bbygoyard you a mimzy
sorry if i’m stingy
tryna sub out this ain’t blimpie
off a d*mn pill got me jimmy

pull up to your city which one the one that’s windy
which one that’s off the drugs that’ll make me feel mini
which one that got the 10 mg ren stimpy

ooh, b*tch you know i’m moving shifty
blue and yellow kicks yea those are ken griffeys’
imma scam your dad cuz he look like ken griffey
lil shannon you a mystery

- bby goyard lyrics

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