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blunts out the window - bumboi lyrics

[chorus: bumboi]
okay, blunts out the window, smokin’ on the indo
rollin’ fat packs, caught them slip, bout to hit floor
f*ckin’ on my b*tch and i stuff her just like empanadas
pull up in a z, doin’ doughnuts ’till it causing problems
eat her out like benihana’s, countin’ hunnids, countin’ dollars
ask me if i speak a lil’ broke, imma tell you nada
keep a lil’ uzi on my hip like i’m dj jvna
i won’t talk to no police b*tch, i’m the godfather
b*tch stop packin’, lil’ b*tch i’m never lacking
i pull up to the function, all them hoes will say “what’s happenin’?”
no cake? get to packin’, i’m ’bout all of that action
that p*ssy boy don’t want the smoke, i turn him into captions

[verse 1: bumboi and slevpy808]
jumpin’ on the black porsche, grippin’ on a glock four
mister take your b*tch, then i give her to a good home
you can hit my spliff, no, better run your own hoe
you want putting on this pack? then you better get gonе
i been text, you ain’t ever bout no packs
at your housе totin’ straps, b*tch you acting like a rat
i’m a mouse, mr krabbs, cause i’m green with my cash
shut your mouth, can never love another b*tch and that’s facts
i’m out, burn and pow, i just smoked on your motherf*cking rim
my account got a few more hunnid thousands
money count, all my dunks green from the blue strips
word of mouth, they don’t even know me, why they on my tip?
ay yuh, yuh why you always on my f*ckin’ tip?
they don’t even know me, why they always on my f*cking’ tip?
ay yuh, yuh why you always on my f*ckin’ tip?
that b*tch don’t know me, why she always on my* [d*ck]
[verse 2: slevpy808]
cuttin’ up the lanes like a motherf*ckin’ surgeon
you’re in a whip and the opps, they be perchin’
six feet stick, leave a p*ssy wigger hurting
your whip ain’t sh*t that’s for muh’f*cking certain (skrrrt)
i pull up to the meet and they know my name, they know my car yeah they know my chain
yeah f*ck your friends, they be so d*mn lame, yeah we all got guns and we all gon’ bang
if i said i didn’t care about the bag i’d be lying
i told my brother imma make it, every day i be trying
and b*tch i bought another z from all the checks i been signing
i’m boutta buy a turbo kit so they’ll be seeing me flying
aye i talk cash cause that’s all we need, we talk so fast b*tch, i’m j*panese
and if sh*t goes down imma grab my keys, throw a blunt out the window, i got more on me

- bumboi lyrics

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