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Psychopathic Rydas - Boom! lyrics
Don Bowlio Heh Heh yeah yeah uh Eminemeh Sip Ass heh heh Eminemeh Busta A dotter like me baby It ain't nideo We don't work the streets We stay above em Wont see me on a corner with a pattern rag I'm urination in a cut slangin heron bags But I do pack heat for dem fags I meet I done came up fucked tussle over a street (what) I'm tryin to see paper like a state bank vault And if I have to run through you, boy it aint my fault You hear that thunder That's my woofers goin boom When we ride past ur house we be rattlin your living room Volume up to ten, Rydas hanging out the window Dumpin on the bustas and spitin at all the fine hoes Make a left so I can kop a bag greenery Roll it up and pass it to the mothafuckers next to me Let me hit that shit We wont quit Full Clip Cell Block Shank Foe Foe And Bullet I'm like boom You bangin? Don't matter to me I'm like boom Nobody lives fatter than me I'm like boom Hogs and crabs, you all scabs I'm like boom, boom, boom You bangin? Don't matter to me I'm like boom Nobody lives fatter than me I'm like boom Hogs and crabs, you all scabs I'm like boom, boom, boom Bitch nigga listen, I'm the rap game I'm like the 50 karat shining with the platinum chain I'm a thousand dollar bill with the big ass face and I'm the one that bust shots when the cops give chase I'm like boom people always rydin my dick you can never see me, all black windows off in the whip I'm in the game to make a million and I'm out this bitch Flaunt it hard with the roadee with the iced out pick I s |
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