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bugging out / wtf - luvbreezo! lyrics

[intro]
buggin’ out!
glah

[verse 1: kyle richh]
b*bend through, put the beam on his homie
.30 on body, might spin on my dollie
ain’t no lie, got booked for the stoley
free*free my brother, he oot like ginóbili
you on my d*ck and you don’t even know me
off the ‘migos, she start gettin’ kinky, like
you*you the goat if you link me
thumb in her b*tt, make her cum on my pinky
free richh, life of the party
she a thot, she gon’ shake it like cardi
i got ooters around me
dissin’ the gang, he get put in a molly
lightskin, nut on her stomach (gang)
s*x too good, i might straight f*ck it, like (gang, gang, gang)
she like kr, i love it
like, i’m a g and i’m only a youngin (glah, glah)
i*i ain’t cl!ck, why hе runnin?
hop out, up it and dump it, like
feel like middleton, i got thе bucks
dead off henny, she ready to f*ck
like off that henny, i’m clutchin’ that what?
cl!ckin’ and cl!ck, i’m in love with my gun, like
dee flock in the back with a drum
pop out in the dark and we shoot you for fun (what?)
and this sh*t got a kick with it
bodies on bodies, they all in my lungs
and this pain, i gotta sit with it
so, don’t ask, put my gun in the [?]
i cannot front, this sh*t not legitimate
me and [?] made 20 off apple
she put the glock in her purse, she considerate
like what? let me see what that bag do
she jamaican, makin’ that ass move
come here, i gotta ask you
“what the f*ck i gotta do just to have you?”
she*she a baddie, she shake like a rattle
[verse 2: luvbreezo!]
been tryna’ run up them bands, inflate ’em
put a 0 on his back like he tatum
if i see something i want, then i take ’em
2*4 like kobe, i ball like a laker [pr*nounced laka]

[break]
i ain’t gonna lie
i’m always talkin’ in every*
bruh every song i be talkin’ like what the f*ck?
i ain’t gonna lie, this song go crazy but hol’ on

[verse 3: luvbreezo!]
hop out wit’ a beam on my gun
[?] my brother, he ootin’ for fun (like)
and i told ’em “don’t trip, don’t run”
yeah bro not gon’ miss, ’cause he do this a ton
she on my d*ck and she havin’ some fun
lil’ b*tch, she tryna get kinky
like, d*mn and she wanna link
she do it with no hands ’cause that bih’ kinda freaky
breezo, life of the movement
free b*tch, she know what she doin’
i got shooters around me
dissed on the gang so you know that he shootin’
nut on her face and i nut on her stomach
she said “breezo, i love it”
no condom i’m like “f*ck it”
on the come up and i’m still a youngin’
why he runnin’ i ain’t even cl!ck?
he got the v, put the beam to his hip
[?] my ooter’, you know he don’t miss
f*ck the nba we shootin’ like the knicks
[?] spin the block, now i’m on his strip
if he duck my gun, then you know he get ripped
if the gun jam up, he get beamed with the bl!ck
glah, glah
yeah he gon’ die if he talk on the set
smokin’ on [?] he got hit in his neck
it wasn’t right, but the n*gga got left
if i call up the bros, then you know they gon’ step
i’m feelin’ like [?], we slide with the chrome
like one in the dome
you talkin’ high, n*gga lower ya tone
he tried to run, he didn’t make it home

- luvbreezo lyrics

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