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wave affair - borirock lyrics

al.divino:

intro:
(doot*doot*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doot)
it’s like that boy (you heard?)
ay yo (it’s real spooky man)
ay yo

verse:
spirits, apparitions, mirages
trap out the bando, catch a k
call it like my phone off, doggy flawless
victory regardless
two months of your rent for these garments
you ain’t got no plugs like you harmless
we really already on if we being honest. (sh*t is real man)
too much [?] professionals just to clean the carpets
make that cocoa leave a carcass
swipin’ like these go tomorrow up in neman marcus
30 band then go we needs to [?]peace and locky[?]
turn to stealin’ the streets bе froggy
you just a target, my number way above thе mark
your price pranas[?]
ronald mcdonald[?] reroute
‘cause they still smokin’ like sonorous[?]
f*ck the repercussions. we live lawless
split lids if we [?]gone it like wires when it[?] but the block feel like the middle of august
tapped in, you just middlemannin’ product
chuck it like payton manning in my apartment
siri[?] doin’ football numbers fienin’ for a party
shaykh hanif:
make the coke air dry
done in ten minutes like it’s air fried
fear no man, only fear god
i’m a dead child with a live round
you know i’m always on 10 when the 9’s out
the matte black benz is lit
interior catchers mitt
she broke her neck just to catch a glimpse
mashallah
got my troops in streets like it’s martial law
told him run it like marshall fall
soy milk in my chex mix
wash dirty money with the clean, let the checks mix
it’s all land[?] give and take a grand
same n*ggas take your life, same ones that shake your hand
i’m used to state food and hard beds
ten years straight, blame it on my hard head
it was all a blur
don’t push a n*gga on the verge
mask and mossberg like we on the purge

estee nack:
alkaline water
h2o clean bubbles comin’ from out the bottle
philosopher, something like aristotle
full throttle, man we came for the money son i ain’t here to argue
we drippin’ our money not aéropostale
only 5 percenters gon’ hear the gospel
hostile
everywhere that we steppin’ presence is near colossal
you ain’t been outside in a long time, n*ggas you like a buried faucet
the chance of you dying very possible
draw a line, it’s not crossable
peep the 9 as a block obstacles
you can keep that powder it’s not chopable
stop, drop, roll, sh*t is fire, kid is remarkable
the reason i’m walkin’, breathin’, livin’, with pockets full of dough
balenciaga boots stomp you through a foot of snow
got with the mingo then we was good to go
i ain’t gave her no money she got by from key [?] boogers tho
i be out in the buildings you n*ggas wouldn’t know
???:
summertime slidin’
the stick hit a hittin’[?] beside me, hip fire, hitman for hire
wire your sh*t shut
pull up in the trench with a shotgun pistol grip pump
you wanna rump or get your man slumped?
your b*tch lookin’ like she wantin’ s*x, huh? yo (d*mn!)
face poppin’ with the glock straight droppin’
hurt my caine[?] wrist when i hit the pot
bold guy gettin’ loose, drop a duece up in the red rock
rockin’ with k!llers, slippin’ get your head popped
[?] jumpin out the sun roof, red dye
lightin’ up the spliff to split
ain’t sh*t to get a fed knocked
come here to get the spread clot[?]
twist a b*tch mind like a leg lock
b*tter tan leather seats in the van
do[?] a turn [?] and i’m gone like a jet
down to die for my respect
masked up, hoodie down mortex [?]
swing the mac and make a mess
yo, [?]it’s a test b*tches hoes bum foes[?] like geronimos
skrt, you gettin’ merked on arrival
son of sam with the cat on arrivals

borirock:
i got that fishscale and that dope[?] on the raw
stay noddin’ on the clock now he don’t got a job
we some dope boys b*tch we don’t gotta rob
my b*tch ass so fat she don’t gotta [?]
laser on the glock this sh*t glow in the dark
if them kids in playground imma blow at the park
imma swag every bar
ion got it dead[?] i rock what i live
bad b*tches that’s with me imma have to be rich
it is what it is. i feel like the sh*t
you drinkin’ on chase that’s just hard for my date[?]
i don’t gotta buy that purse like you
if you f*ckin’ with them kids take it personal
kickin’ off white but not how virgil do
shoot ‘em off site then laughin’ about the news
i’m dogs[?]

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