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bo$barr - off my chest كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: ochodajuggman]
uh, i got some sh_t i wanna get off my chest
call me drake, b_tch, i’m upset
you tryna argue, i went neck
i’m shootin’ sh_t, but i’m not at the rec’
nut on her face, guess i’m comin’ correct
jugg man, i got plugs and connect
n_ggas f_ggies, just wanna look sweet for the net
stoppin’ your car like a n_gga in traffic
takin’ him down, if i want it i bag it
for the gram, n_ggas be cappin’ for captions
not an audition, so why is you actin’?
b_tch, when you into it, like we doin’ taxes
slide in that car like i f_cked up my traction
hit folks, wanna shoot, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout dancin’
you trappin’ for what, boy, you live in a mansion
white up her nose like a test for corona
we very slimy, compare us to oprah
i know that he goofy, tryna fake his persona
gon’ die tryna box like he rocky balboa
you could get flushed just like noah’s ark
i cut n_ggas off, they was d_ck_riding opps
hit from the back, b_tch can’t keep her arch
stop all the cap, you ain’t spendin’ no blocks
step in my shoes, you can’t walk a mile
cl!ck p_u_a, hit me if you ain’t file
man gon’ die in the hood like cow
told her bend over, she tryna hit a bow
shots to his face, tryna send him to h_ll
yo man, he a b_tch, he got whooped up the jail
i can tell that’s sonic bruh run faster than tails
got hit with that sh_t and he ran by the sh_ll
[verse 2: fatzelchapo]
this sh_t is real life, this sh_t ain’t an image
i be with some steppas that knock off your fitted
pour up a four, a young n_gga lifted
i’m k!llin’ these beats ‘cause a young n_gga gifted
i’m chasin’ the money, a n_gga addicted
n_ggas only pop sh_t in they mentions
these n_ggas hot, he told, tippin’
turn n_ggas to ashes when we go spinnin’
30 shots when i see a vick
like his chips, make him dip
like mutombo, we makin’ flips
never stop, b_tch, we takin’ trips
need the blues like i’m nip
glock 21 came with a grip
titanic, hope we sink your ship
he dissed and now he in a ditch
he sent one, we had to pop him
red light gang, b_tch, we had to stop him
and like karate, we ‘bout to chop him
bad pass, the glock gon’ drop him
switch on, but we ‘bout to off him
that b_tch say she like how i’m saucin’
jamstar sh_t, b_tch, we really mobbin’
i smell p_ssy, bro, we ’bout to dog em
[verse 3: bo$$barr]
bout to jam like sh_t in your town
heard the opps fishin’, but i don’t see ‘em around
he said that i ran, how the f_ck do that sound?
i go through they way, n_ggas get the f_ck down
you can come shop, but you can’t get a sample
it wasn’t his birthday, we blew out his candles
tryin’ to look sweet on me, then i’ma set an example
all opps get deleted, they canceled
squash what? boy, you know it’s too deep
you ain’t up in the score, n_ggas’ b_tches gettin’ beat
think i don’t get active, you n_ggas be sleep
head tap when i creep, i be lookin’ too sweet
location changed, so the package rerouted
say they all cl!ckin’, but i really doubt it
n_ggas out here shootin’ shots that they not even countin’
whole clip empty, what you gon’ do ‘bout it?
stick up who? not me
must be them b_tch_ass n_ggas you was baggin’ in hp
stand on my own, can’t no n_gga save me
sh_t on my vics, make them n_ggas hate me
lil’ boy, stop postin’ props
well on the internet, should call your ass capalot
n_ggas pick and choose who they want beef with
but not i, anybody could be a opp

- bobarr

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