bout it - germ lyrics
b- b- big los on the track boy!
[chorus]
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
[verse 1: germ]
screaming suck it when i’m in my bucket (f-ck it)
liquor chugging blunts until i’m bugging
ducking posers rocking thrasher hoodies
i’m a broke b-st-rd that takes cookies
and i’m lurking swervin’ on medicine
f-ck a dui, i’m on bath salts
talking doubles knockin’ bumpas’ off of momma’ suv cuz i’m thuggin’
burn a cop the block hot
baghdad snapchats and crack packs and snap hats
give me my money, yeah b-tch i need that
lay on my bath floor until my mind give me feedback
duckin’ buckin’ f-ckin’ n-ggas up
gold t–th match the gold trim on my oe
f-ck you i’m rowdy and ugly i’m moody and loony
beat a b-tch up like i’m dooney
griselda blanco ridin, bustin like banko, james franco on blow
with a fat hoe, clack me a b-tch leave a white tee rojo
you know how it go [x4]
[verse 2: germ]
i’m in a mom and pop, one-stop shop
waving glocks, getting busy
i’m on my chris breezy beating biddies up in your city
it’s nothing – i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch i’ll peddle dope
skate, f-ck hoes and spark loosies up with my .44
[break: fat nick]
oh my god, who brought this dirty f-cking slim jim to miami?
all i wanna do is smoke boof, drink f-cking lean
and throw up in a (?) that gives no f-ck
(?) right f-cking now!
[chorus]
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
[verse 3: germ]
getting loose sipping ‘hundred proof
knocking bullsh-t at ugly lil b-tches’ deuce
but its nothing n-gga
man this f-ckin’ n-gga gotta problem with it then front it n-gga
ugly, angry and jaded, faded bakin’ vacant complacent
raidin’ churches swervin’ in he-rs-s tossing burners on worthless kirkland’s
molotovs in a pack ‘mon tear them walls down like reggae
the kk that good yay, on my payday then its time to lay
with the ak broad day, finger f-ck the law
boss like rick ross, but no molly i’m a jolly n-gga
when the liquor hit me i’m a garbage n-gga
[chorus]
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it
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