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bio hazard - bo banger lyrics

bio hazard lyrics
b.i.p dunknhaansjuan n*gga
y’all know what the f*ck going on
nana what up?
free otag n*gga
hu hi hu
b*tch im a paid full… n*ggas don’t won’t no war riding with that wood n*gga(huh)
knocked yo ass down playing me like a little n*gga..
put that chop in his mouth… made him eat some wood with it..
rio riding with me to busting
juggs with me..
won got us back to back in traffic laughing bullsh*ttin..
1500 for my pants and i spilled some syrup on em..
talking slow mo on that h*rn like n*gga put a hurry on em..
i been sh*ttin since them 1.7’s was going for curry number..
free my baby rell they done gave my n*gga jersey numbers (b*tch)… (free rell)
ball me bo the don dada..
riding with some dread heads them my young shottas..
count so many blues got my f*cking thumbs locking..
run off with that sh*t and get smoked like bronchitis..
f*ck being a doctor the dope dealer was my idol..
had to get paid cuz bеing broke wasn’t a option.. (not at all)
when you getting monеy all these f*ck n*ggas despise you..
everybody fall it’s how you laying that define you..
loading up straps finna slide on my rivals..
blow a n*gga momma that’s how you bring them outta hiding.. (dumb ass)
82 finest n*gga i don’t fear nothing..
choppa with the knife on it i ain’t deer huntin..
colt 45 on me this ain’t no beer on me..
and it a silencer(pss) you ain’t go hear nothing (pss pss)..
i’m off molly and i got that soul blower..
in that mini van riding with the doe’s open..(huh)
233 hit a n*gga leave his clothes soakin..
f*ck a p*ssy with a beam that’s how you long stroke em..
caught a vibe seen a pop outside left his top lit..
i don’t need the keys to the bity i’m a lock smith..
bummin from the ten to new orleans that’s a wock trip..
flew from the d to the a yeah josh smith..
n*gga had the ups and got drop that’s a plot twist..
i ain’t boxing with a soul but i box sh*t..
bag so heavy leaving the mall i can’t hold them b*tches…
told my bm this year i won’t a boe for christmas..(i want a boe)
b*tch that a trophy hoe yo n*gga rollie glitchin..
just bought a pineapple fanta and dropped a kobe in it..
yeah b*tch i’m talking two 4’s..
was go pour up in separate pops but i got two moe..
prepared for a windy day b*tch i move blow..
young fly wavy n*gga they thought i flew boats..
n*gga said he f*cking with bo banger that boy do coke..
that n*gga do meth..
my shooter 3 and 0 b*tch say he the new steph..
and y’all play that klay role..
not befuz y’all n*ggas shooters y’all just stay broke..
burnt so much bread in this b*tch i can’t make toast..(b*tch i can’t make toast)
in this b*tch mixing chemicals..
boo harzard in this spot this b*tch ain’t livable..
got that check up i ain’t talking about a physical..
wake up and get too it it’s a ritual..
ye*ea
hu hi hu

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