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x out - boofboiicy lyrics

[intro]
(leesta)

[chorus: boofboiicy]
don’t get x’ed out, i got my foot up on they neck
i can’t let down, i’ma die ’bout my respect
i can’t play now, got that bulldog on me
don’t get chewed up, turn the scene to a track meet
cruising below on the back street
none of you n*ggas compare to me
i’m smoking on gas, you not high as me
he ain’t having no money and it’s plain to see
all these n*ggas going out sad
kick my feet up, count this bag
these bullets hot, they came from h*ll
a lot of bodies and a lot of sh*lls

[verse: reddo]
slide with glock, it’s on my hip
watch how you move, you better not trip
vs my jewels, them b*tches hit
we breaking news when the block get spinned
new gucci shoes, they cost your rent
i’m sipping wock’, it got me hot
them cheap ass lines you sipping not
trying to be what you ain’t, that’s why you got got
won’t make time if it don’t make money
made my first dime, on my way to a hunned
can’t lose no grind, still skate like tony
i keep trip like triple x
these n*ggas, they fake and they phony
trust no thot, i’ll take the head
heard a little talk ’bout pushing up on me
play wit’ 95 i’ma leave you dead

[chorus: boofboiicy]
don’t get x’ed out, i got my foot up on they neck
i can’t let down, i’ma die ’bout my respect
i can’t play now, got that bulldog on me
don’t get chewed up, turn the scene to a track meet
cruising below on the back street
none of you n*ggas compare to me
i’m smoking on gas, you not high as me
he ain’t having no money and it’s plain to see
all these n*ggas going out sad
kick my feet up, count this bag
these bullets hot, they came from h*ll
a lot of bodies and a lot of sh*lls

- boofboiicy lyrics

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