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bawskee k - sosmula lyrics

[intro]
army boy, army boy
is that shoki on the beat?
ayy
h*llsing
reapyy
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo

[chorus]
uh, mans, mans, mans, that’s your mans walking
catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
michael jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
he think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him

[verse 1]
i said “f*ck bawskee”, b*tch, you want smoke, you get hit
diamond brazy, fl!ck the wrist, we been slidin’ with the tint
i put silence on my tommy, you ain’t boutta hear a sh*t
put machete through your skully, you gon’ get your wig split
you a disney channel baby, you ain’t scaring not sh*t
jewelry game fugazy chains look like hot sh*t
you was raised up in the burbs, you wasn’t scared of not sh*t
you was training in the army, p*ssy still ain’t pop sh*t
[chorus]
uh, mans, mans, mans, that’s your mans walking
catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
michael jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
he think hе sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him
uh, mans, mans, mans, that’s your mans walking
catch him, run his ass down, do the dancе on him
michael jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
he think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him

[verse 2]
sippin syrup outta double cup, i’m rude about it
i just left the lot, i’m smoking gas with shooters prolly
had his mans go set him up, he never knew about it
put that boy rite on the news, f*ck 12 go do about it
b*tch it’s big sleez, made out the way from the projects
i’m who you can’t be, driving faded feeling nauseous
imma flip the ‘rari like a pop of narcotics
came up from the yo, we were trapping out apartments

[refrain]
ayy, doo*doo*doo*doo*doo, that’s my tec talking
little b*tch just shut your mouth, i ain’t ted talkin’
drop some bands, bands, bands, he a check walking
for them bands, bands, bands, shoot his chest off him
[chorus]
uh, mans, mans, mans, that’s your mans walking
catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
michael jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
he think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him
uh, mans, mans, mans, that’s your mans walking
catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
michael jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
he think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him

- sosmula lyrics

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