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bora bora aura - ill bill lyrics

[intro]
mr briganti, there’s a problem with mr kleinfelt
what kinda problem?
he’s in the bathroom, f*ckin’ stef! (hahaha)
so what’s the problem? good for him!
oh! oh! oh!
yeaah! we back motherf*cker!
oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
bill, talk to ‘em!

[verse 1: ill bill]
take your jesus piece (truck) jewels
gucci links, my shooters blaze through
but they don’t give a f*ck who they hit
the mob law like the scope on a street sweeper
with the robe of the grim reaper
gorilla pimp preacher spits ether
revolvеr (twirler) flash like a cursed murdеr (cat)
this happen when murder raps converge with the [sergi ??]
a brand they can trust, doing something [fatanical] dust
and they don’t pay the ransom they f*cked
give me [???]
spray chrome on plain clothes
say hoes with shotgun sh*lls the size of eggrolls
(find us the duck sauce)
get your face sliced the f*ck off
like it was in the yard up north, tryin’ to pop off
philly [??] a problem doin’ molly in cabo
smoke pot with mcconaughey, [bauding] on baubles
[so i ain’t monologues] flying tomahawks, cyborgs
the skies is blinding with [?? dogs] and fiery flyin’ swords
[chorus: tony yayo] x2
nothin’ but gang police at them funerals
i wanna pay my respects but i ain’t comin’ through
revenge kidnap your daughter, i’m in bora bora
n*ggas be on live, i got a different aura

[verse 2: nems]
yeah – you got the aura of a sixty year old dyk*
i got the aura of a twenty three year old mike, walkin’ to the fight
was on my feet, twenty three year old mike
this the big gorilla, f*ck ya life
i’m the nicest comin’ out of this new sh*t (that’s a fact!)
oh you think you wavy, throw you off of a cruise ship
right hook, left hook, boom, bipp, oh sh*t!
punch you in your face you’ll f*ck around and do two flips (godd*mn!)
off a balcony (yup!) you never could amount to me (never!)
my chain cost two birds (what’s that?) call that falconry (yup!)
gorilla monsoon then gorilla twins
how the f*ck is you still doubting me?
your girl put her mouth on me (gunther!)
yeah i had that b*tch swallowing s*x (rah) (facts!)
and i don’t even follow her back (rah) (wooh!)
you at the gym shootin’ ‘roids in your [traps]
i’m at lmb’s gettin’ fat (rrrraaaah!)

[chorus: tony yayo] x2
nothin’ but gang police at them funerals
i wanna pay my respects but i ain’t comin’ through
revenge kidnap your daughter, i’m in bora bora
n*ggas be on live, i got a different aura
[verse 3: vinnie paz]
thirty rounds go into the mac and if you not said one you walkin’ into a trap (stupid motherf*cker)
i give you a choice p*ssy, stool, pigeon or rat
it’s a harbinger of death to hear the cl!ckity clack
y’all is always sayin’ somethin’, y’all swear y’all scr*p (nah)
and i’m tired maf*ckers and the graveyard packed
(it’s bodies everywhere) take ya body, make it handicapped
ten toes down, ain’t movin’ from where i’m standin’ at (nah)
put a rack on his head, i’ll toupee ya (hahaha)
odds are i’m arch julius cesar the soothsayer (yeah)
i tried to help you out and do you a lil’ favor
now you get a shot to the stomach, induced labor
(boom, boom boom, boom)
it’s hard to breathe here, need a oxygen blast
have you hooked into a breathing tube, oxygen mask
i got some maf*ckers eager to clap (we got the shooters)
it’s thirty inside this maf*cker, clean up your act, toma!

[outro]
motherf*cker!
ill bill, gorilla motherf*ckin’ nems, vinnie paz, tony yayo
brrrrrrrraaao!

- ill bill lyrics

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