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off the chain - boosie badazz lyrics

[intro]
sh-t
i’m off the chain thug, like i’m gettin’ that bag
ain’t no n-gg- gon’ take it from me
shid, we don’ play that where i’m from crawl that check
we off the chain like a muhf-cka (like a muhf-cka)
fo real though (real though )
gmb, gmb, gmb
i’ll be yo worst muhf-ckin’ nightmare, p-ssy
gmb

[verse 1]
i’m runnin’ them things like [?]
stretchin’ on yo b-tch -ss
but i come with a ski mask
clicks firm within ya’ll weak -ss
no you can’t get no g p-ss
this purpose ain’t on my bad
this murder sh-t from my tread
no different from chiraq
say you gangsta, i don’t buy that
i can smell where you hidin’
six murders and two attempts
you toppin’ attempts, b-tch you lyin’
go to war with any creature b-tch
you f-ckin’ with a lion
paper chaser, talkin’
roll you with this choppa
sir you good?
i’ll be your waiter n-gg-

[hook]
i’m off the chain
i’m off the chain
i’m crawlin’ man
i’m crawlin’ man
ain’t with all that talkin’ man
cause i’m off the chain (i’m off the chain)
i’m off the chain
i’m off the chain
i’ve been hearin’ things
i’ve been seein’ things
d-mn crazy man (sh-t)
i can get crazy man

[verse 2]
you f-ckin’ with death (you f-ckin’ with death)
i’m bad for your health (i’m bad for your health)
yo’ -ss’ll get swell (-ss’ll get swell)
make it bad on yourself
i’m none of these rappers
i don’t want rap
i don’t want beef
i just want peace
i jus’ wan’ live (i jus wan’ live)
you jus’ wan’ hate
stay in your place
you will get k!lled
this sh-t is real
better min’ yo bidniz lil’ b-tch (i’m tellin’ you)
fo’ you come up missin’ lil’ b-tch (i’m tellin’ you)
f-ck on my chain lil’ daddy (lil’ daddy)
guess i like sinners lil’ b-tch (you gon’ die for ‘em)
my role model was n-gg-s who sold out the cold bottle
n-gg-s who made all the hoes holla
put all gold on they impala
and it was off the chain

[verse 3]
i’m outside with that chopstick (yeah)
b-tch shootin’ chords and jus’ stop sh-t (whoo)
i’m sightin’ black, you can’t see me
blow the house up like a bp
every track on my cd (aye)
n-gg- makin’ raps on my cd (yeah)
hey boy you ain’t heard about boosi boo
don’t be talkin’ bout hatchin’ no cd
call city boy al jeevy (yeah)
tell him p-ss the pregnon two two three
no the p-ssy -ss n-gg-s don’ wanna do me (nah)
cause ain’ n-body roun’ here tryna shoot me
stop both ya’ll n-gg-s that’s a two piece (that’s a two piece)
i hope you n-gg-s got gun witcho’
i see you got a couple little bad b-tches
but i hope you n-gg-s got rods with you
this silver thing it’s a squad n-gg- (whoo!)
i’ll summer ride yo’ little b-tch -ss
put a hunnid thirty on that boy head (no)
got side bricks on yo’ b-tch -ss
n-gg-s gon’ get dead real fast (uh huh)
boss man pay in all blue
got a little n-gg- who will air lift
for a half ounce o’ that dog food
and he off the chain

- boosie badazz lyrics

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