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boi mystery – hit list كلمات اغاني

hook (boi mystery):

verse 1 (boi mystery):

and i got backwood guts, in my tray
bottles stacked up, on the table
i swear she lucifer, with a halo
i applied the pressure, she ran
got an audemar up, on my hand
tryna grab all my money, you just left some scratches on my pants
ballin’ out every sunday, i feel like a super bowl champ
blowin’ on all these cookies, i feel like i’m on another planet
i was tryna catch my tempo b_tch, why you gon’ f_ck mе up
i’m on the bench, still get assists, ion do nothin’, bruh
shawty bеnd over, tryna get hit, i’m gonna buss you up
chop_chop, cut you up
give a f_ck ’bout what you want
i walk on the beat, i step real smooth
just did a head count, my faces blue
ten_toes down but i still made you move
new foreign whips, give me like two
played your game but i made my rules
you didn’t wanna change your views
when i drop next, it’ll be news
got this water on me like pools
i fathered all these kids, they wanna act o.g.,
you sellin’ all that mid, i got that pack on me
and i run to all the bands, just like an athlete
and i won’t share, i did this by myself, they mad at me
hook (boi mystery):

i was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today
she couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
girl i told you, go away
all of my trust, you betrayed
i was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today
she couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
girl i told you, go away
all of my trust, you betrayed

verse 2 (ocn dallas):

you gotta stay low, till you come up
i went back to my city, tryna run up my bucks
shorty gimme one reason, ion give two f_cks
put that boy on the budget, we just made the cut
pullin’ up seven_deep, we testin’ your luck
had a lot on the line, don’t lose my trust
if it’s like that, then it’s stayin’ like that
in the kayak, i got drip in the back
my swag, is so different than yours
is it real, she feel it in her core
run a milli, issa money galore
infatuated, know your shorty adores
why? her old man was a dork
gettin’ lifted, i did not have a fork
like a muslim, i do not f_ck with pork
workin’ on it, gotta build a report
make an empire, don’t wanna be poor
like michelin tires, i’m finna explore
cuz i’m gettin’ tired, this life sh_t is borin’
i wanna do more sh_t, but we can’t afford it
when i get the bag, i’ma build a fortress
gotta stack up, get a safe full of assets
put me in a book, my old_school style
gave her an inch, she took a mile
put him on the bench, he had a foul
they givin’ up, throw in the towel
praisin’ the stakes, i’ma cash cow
he was a joke, just a class clown
i gave em the sauce, that’s a hand_me_down
just hit the city, i’m with sammy now
we got the pack, smokin’ f_nny now
hook (boi mystery):

- boi mystery

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