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oboy (kuku) - shotgun - oboy (kuku) lyrics

[intro]
ay, free all the f*cking ku’s
banging shotties, banging glocks
n*ggas know, bang and mash
ruh ruh ruh

[chorus]
i jumped and shotgun (shottie)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (i clocked him)
grab that mop, and clean it (grab it)
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one
i jumped and shotgun (bow)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (grab that)
grab that mop, and clean it (ruh ruh)
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one

[verse 1]
are you f*cking mad, are you stupid?
big man ting, this yute is deluded
i don’t give a f*ck, who your bredrin is (no)
f*ck it, now my man’s included
know them man [?]
verified in these streets, no blue tick (oboy)
shoot it, shooting, watch me lose it (ruh ruh)
do it like wroof, and wroof it (big wroof)
if you’re a bad boy, you ain’t got to prove it (no you ain’t)
just know that it’s gonna get tested (sure)
know you can’t run out the exit
ruh ruh ruh [?]
this one knows nothing about jeeting
d*ck in her mouth, had enough of your speaking (suck it)
said they gonna pack me
them d*ckhead yutes don’t mean it (chatty)
if man meant it, then corn would’ve got sent in (none)
they screaming, when the man went in
buss up the yard, and my shank is drenching (done it)
couldn’t give a f*ck, who you benching (ruh)
this .32 turned yute to a mention (dead)
back then i was doing detention (mad)
who would’ve thought i’d be riding a sentence (who)
try giving out love and affection (mad)
she ungrateful, can’t give her attention
ask gang if they really on gang
if they really want man, put man on a section (free my bro’s)
they know that the ku’s too tappy
let it buss off got enough selctions
bpo to the grave, my broski died wearing that pendant (kuku)
[chorus]
i jumped and shotgun (shottie)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (i clocked him)
grab that mop, and clean it (grab it)
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one
i jumped and shotgun (bow)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (grab that)
grab that mop, and clean it
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one

[verse 2]
cut through the a, and its empty
i used to get back with my ruh ruh empty
how many man been splashed plenty
so much hate [?]
and i’m riding with 4+5, and i still can’t find these guys
where’s wally, where’s wally can’t find him (missing)
i’ve been praying for the perfect lining
struck man’s cloth funda with lightning
still out here cycling, trying to pattern my ting
don’t ever approach me fighting
i guarantee that my man’s dying (he is)
‘nough j1’s mans buying
don’t understand why my name frying, i’m flying
i’m trying to put all of them on the news
[?], don’t get it confused
know we ain’t doing no truce (no way)
all gas no brakes, when we take it off cruising (skrr)
jail i was giving out more than a bruise
buss man’s head, let me some juice (buss that)
crash them both, i ain’t on this [?] (n*ggas know)
crash them both (ruh ruh ruh)
oboy
[chorus]
i jumped and shotgun (shottie)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (i clocked him)
grab that mop, and clean it (grab it)
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one
i jumped and shotgun (bow)
while, bruck in a loading my shotgun
trying to pop one, get him a hot one (ruh ruh)
broski stop right there, i clocked one (grab that)
grab that mop, and clean it
grip it and squeeze it
guaranteed that i’ll pop one, drop one
real bad boy, you are not one, not one, not one

- oboy kuku lyrics

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