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bomb squad - damien luci lyrics

[verse 1]
(83hades)

4 glockin’ in this b*tch, i just might pick your pockets up
know how i’m rockin’ b*tch, we slide out with them rockets up
score with us then you guaranteed to get doctored up
how you say you wanted beef but you ain’t even got no gun

if i wasn’t who i was then i’d bet that she’d still f*ck
all these guns, drugs and money, i just add it up for fun
i could really take your b*tch and i don’t even gotta stunt
she want to see all of my jewelry, i hit it from the front

while you busy at your 9 to 5, i’m busy in her guts
she just touched my .45 ’cause she’s tryna grab my junk
and this pistol just might sodomize her, put it her b*tt
i think i’m running out of sp*ce, i put this acid on my tongue
83 up in this b*tch, i got a glock i’m going dumb

[verse 2]
(damien luci)

she dropped an oxy in her fanta, drank that sh*t inside the pub
i got lean inside my cup, i be mixing with the rum
chewed an eighth inside the stu and now i’m ’boutta f*cking bust
yea this smith and’ be my friend, i ain’t ever lonely
had to go through h*ll and back, that’s why i keep it on me
why you always talk about the sh*t that you ain’t knowing
catch you in the deli, chopper cut you up just like bologna

i be in the club with my beretta in my b*tch’s birkin
every time i leave the pad my sh*t looking picture perfect
oh he think he hot inside that benz, i clip him now he swerving
show ’em how the uzi blaze, no mickey*d this mac is burning

i pull with a stick or two
you run up, ima bl!ck at you
my money making bigger moves
i’m rollin’ with a bigger crew
i’m rollin’ off a cap, it’s blue
i’m rolling up a primo, oo
i chop it up and add it too
i’m hanging where the planets do

i’m chilling where the planets be, i sold your sister ecstasy
they hopping on my c*ck like every time i carry ketamine
they like “that sh*t don’t sit right with me”, well i could give a f*ck about it
your b*tch getting wet like every single time my hands around it

these are my clips, b*tch
this is my crib, b*tch
check your girl’s location, she be getting five d*cks, b*tch
i’m on three*fifths, b*tch
got the green tint, b*tch
sk with no stock, it be clearing trees lil’ b*tch

- damien luci lyrics

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