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subway surfers pt.2 ft.malco - bocko lyrics

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chorus:malco

goofy kid done think he safe but homeboy we gon’ run ‘em
smoke his pops, no kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin

tote them glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
b*tch i tackle them i stomp, see give kid a concussion
i’ll be chillin then i’m k!llin like it’s f*ckin nothin
b*tch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus

verse:malco

b*tch i broke from h*ll and we swell let this .40 tell
like it’s fml broke his sh*ll “oh f*ckin well”
stomp eem in his face while in place yo b*tch a f*ckin waste
skin his f*ckin face leave no trace put me in a cage

big boy talking sh*t smoke eem quick on some swisher sh*t
beyblade let em rip gun on hip i done shoot yo lip
he say he a crip we got sticks come n meet me b*tch
we gon catch a l!ck f*ck a snitch his flesh we will rip

verse:bocko
pull up to my spot i eat that rock wearin f*ckin crocs
your life we will cop f*ck a opp shoot eem n his pops
demons at his lot guns on block steamin super hot
shoot you with that glock uncle bob make eem milky rock

i was wit the team super clean drinking margaritas
i want something mean not no lean i’m to fast like a cheetah
pull up to the scene end yo spleen i ain’t seen em neither
i will sn*tch yo ring and yo bling f*ckin losers weepers

chorus:malco

smoke his pops, no kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin

tote them glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
b*tch i tackle them i stomp, see give kid a concussion
i’ll be chillin then i’m k!llin like it’s f*ckin nothin
b*tch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus

- bocko lyrics

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