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still - bootsyano lyrics

{intro}
(ma$on dixon you made this)

{hook}
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still

{verse: bootsyano}
still in my chuccs
them fat laces got me cashed out
still down to punch on a n*gga until he pass out!
mobsta imbedded we impede where n*ggas blitz at!
shoes match that whip
i’m in my section where crips at
touch down in south east
u kno i’m hittin tiny doo
politicin a money play u knowin how the rydas do
tally up the bags
it’s bout 90 if you add em up
keep the 40 on me
dago n*ggas known to bag еm up
fuccin wit the real, you know it’s levеls to this g sh*t
when it comes to tha boys
sticc to the code i ain’t seen sh*t
ridin wit tha goats making plans to keep the bag steep
on blacc tops ready to hustle just like a athlete
fitted like a smurf, you know i’m still from the turf
i do it for tha homies from the pen to the dirt
we can still go to war wit em
don’t make me bend a couple corners
walk up and make the floor hit em, yea
{hook}
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still

{verse: tiny doo}
yea, the hardest out my section (who else)
throw slugs at any n*gga that’s flexing
steppin, feeling like king kong wit a weapon
i godzilla my guys interjectin like mob figgaz
no ascap, ask cats where my check be
who run dago, say it directly
tiny and bootsyano, lucky like lucciano
mob n*ggas end ya whole season like the sopranos
ghetto world, ballin on n*ggas like i was cs
give u 44 reasons u p*ssy n*ggas can’t c us
and 50 more why you b*tch n*ggas can b us
fried chiccen stuffin my pockets like i was cletus
got these b*tches fallin in love
like buddy love
imma real b*tches dream, these women just wanna thug
we can still go to war wit em
either the 50 round drum, or let the 44 get em yea
{hook}
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still
we can still go war wit em
bend tha corner walk up & let the floor hit em
i still got my chuccs on n*gga
ya my buccs long n*gga
bossed up but from the turf i’m still

- bootsyano lyrics

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