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libra sh*t - bouba savage lyrics

[intro]
(youngest f*cking goat)
(b*tch)
ya n*ggas is broke
ya n*ggas keep f*cking dissing me, n*gga
stop f*cking dissing me, n*gga
imma slap the sh*t outta all y’all n*ggas
word to my mother n*gga
you n*ggas is p*ssy

[chorus: bouba savage & wockhardt]
i’m with ta
that’s a opp right there, let it flock (that’s the opps)
no bunny hopping on my block
just shoot twin glocks to knock off his top
he caught a leg shot, he started hoppin’
if he dropping our o’s then bodies is droppin’
gotta stay fresh, paparazzi be watchin’
i’m in a maybach, she givin’ me top (in the maybach)
chase down gang, we gon’ get on his body, like
bouba lets hop out and flock
turn to a demon when percs get inside me, like
brodie on k!ll mode, can’t stop
[?] with the o’s where you find me, like
talking ’bout spinning, they lyin’
fl!ck of thе wrist, shoot up close, perfect timing, likе (ogz)
wiping my nose, super slimey (too tact)
[verse 1: bouba savage & wockhardt]
i’m on l’s, 150 (150)
lil bro always stay grippy (move tact)
backdoor who?, i got a sitchy
f*ck the blammas, come get wit’ me

b*tch, hawk ’em down, hit his back, we ain’t racin’
put the beam on his head, i won’t chase him
double back, spin again if we graze him
(die 4z, ask what we did, yeah we blaze ’em)

if you be with them n*ggas you shot
no remorse, he get beat out his socks (no remorse)
you a b*tch and you ran to the cops (you a b*tch)
you a b*tch n*gga get off the wock

i go dumb with the glock, imma cl!ck til’ it finished
we gon’ link up and boom, n*gga where is you at? (n*gga where is you at?)
ride through the 4, imma aim for a [?]
gbg why but your gang gettin’ back

[chorus: bouba savage & wockhardt ]
i’m with ta
that’s a opp right there let it flock
no bunny hopping on my block (b*tch)
just shoot twin glocks to knock off his top
he caught a leg shot, he started hoppin’ (ogz)
if he dropping our o’s then bodies is droppin’ (too tactic)
gotta stay fresh, paparazzi be watchin’
i’m in a maybach she givin’ me top
chase down gang, we gon’ get on his body, like
bouba lets hop out and flock
turn to a demon when percs get inside me, like
brodie on k!ll mode, can’t stop
[?] with the o’s where you find me, like
talking ’bout spinning, they lyin’
fl!ck of the wrist, shoot up close, perfect timing, like
wiping my nose, super slimey (too tact)
[verse 2: bouba savage & wockhardt ]
i’m on shot, i got a glock (that’s a glock)
she a thot, she gon’ give up a drop
‘member them nights i was broke, i was pop (i was pop)
now i’m up, i could buy me a watch
all of these opp n*ggas not on sh*t (stop cappin’)
all in my dms, n*gga suck a d*ck (suck a d*ck)
i won’t bluff, if you reach imma shoot off the rip
used to cap in the stu’, now you all in my spliff

baby bro, lets spin the opps (b*tch)
n*ggas loafin’, my b*tch get a drop
(if he dropping my o) only right that he get shot
know plenty of drills who gon’ spin if i’m hot
slimiest n*gga, i’m taking that risk (taking that risk)
take a trip with ya gun, better hit (better hit)
n*ggas trippin’ and they fall when i up it and cl!ck
feelin’ buzz wit’ the lean, only took me a sip

- bouba savage lyrics

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