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bomb-omb - reive lyrics

[intro]
what is your message to cuomo?
rot in h*ll you sonuvab*tch!
cuomo, you put pineapple on your pizza and you get
no. p*ssy*ayy*ayy*a*a*ayy*ayy
here’s a submission from zack and this is the most goated clip
this is too cold bro!
man dodged the blue and got on the rock at the same time
are you f*cking fried?!
lap 3, gets [?] with a target shock, it hurts to see. bruv
and he gets blued again! the game is not tryna see him win
but bro don’t give up!
bro’s got the heart of a lion, fam
man gets that fifth place box
catches a bomb
terrorist attack!
[drop]
drops [?] behind him
takes first place
[?], we on your ass boi
we on your ass boi
if she says no, you gotta go!!
(yeah, f*ck that cuomo guy)
(we hate his ass)
we couldn’t do this without cuomo
psych!
five! six! seven! eight!
nine! ten!!!
(cause i live, in the general vicinity of new york)

[verse 1 * amaii]
yuh
spiderman with the yeezys
i’m off beanies, babies, your significant other bite me i got rabies (that sh*t grimy)
pull a funky kong flip
corny f*ckers on twitter
act a nuisance and dip (holy sh*t)
guacamole on a broken disc

[verse 1 * reive]
i brush that sh*t
cleaned her up real good, that sh*t didn’t work
f*ck nintendo, tryna play games and sh*t
(you’re gonna look at me and tell me that i’m wrong?!)
guap in my pockets cuz i’m always on that boss sh*t
living in the suburbs, f*ck zoom, never logged in (never did it)
[verse 1 * amaii]
money, uh
i’ll put you in a coffin
or a house, cuz u got covid i can hear you coughing (ugh*huh*huh)
actin up, thermoxin, 1500 bands and i got p*ssies in my mentions still malding
bi*bi*b*tch sitting next to me got cheese and apple
what’s wrong with that?
what the f*ck?
d*mn, ok

[chorus * reive]
hey, p*ssy b*tch come back, i think you owe me
if you got those bands then whip em out and show me
guap laundry going hard, cause i’m with the police
all these b*tches cost too much money like adobe, yeah
yeah that sh*t is f*cked up
yeah your b*tch i f*cked her
afraid of trucks? well we coming with the trucks bud
bomb*omb like a homing missile yeah i got it locked on (boom!)
i feel like a bean the way i always pop off

[bridge * reive and amaii]
jesus christ now he’s referencing his own f*cking songs
you ain’t drake, bro
b*tches be like, “what’s the meaning of life?”
b*tch, how the f*cks am i supposed to know?!
[verse 2 * reive]
b*tch, i’m on my odyssey
yeah i’m going places
i skrrt off in my kart, i’m never losing race*ra*ra*races
i hit up all my bases, they my homies
how they know me?
i’m round em everyday sis

[verse 2 * amaii]
2020 stacks pellegrino
shoutout childish gamdeemo
i’m, still mad about george bush (still mad!)
rolling up to new york in the timbs b*tch
i’m, still mad about george bush (grrr!)
b*tch i’m off the beans
roll up in a limousine
k!ll will smith so that he’ll stop talking to mtv
strap a b*tch in jeff bezos’ d*ck rocket
but he ain’t ready (no suit!)
bout to go crazy on you
like i’m freddy f*ckin fazbear
p*ssy
p*ssy

[outro]
is tray young valid?
nooooo!!!
f*ck tray young, you motha*f*cka!

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