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booter bee - true stories 2 كلمات أغنية

[verse]
this is “true stories 2”, none of my sh_t’s lies
this mash ain’t a small one, it’s holding big nines
big waps, pretty girls with big backs
corn flies anytime i dispatch
i couldn’t snitch on my opps, no way
i’m in the ride, praying that i make it home safe
send him on the m_way, stash spot full of cocaine
driving round the block, moving so flames
if they grab me with this burner, it’s over, g
i know my pagans are dying to put holes in me
that’s why the glock_9 holds loads of sweets
if you get hit with this one, you’ll go to sleep
yo, i can’t lack, i’ve come too far to turn back
told bro, “drive, i’ll hang out the back”
anyone i see, i’ll lean out and shoot
no lying in the booth, this is “true stories 2”
i hit you with the first, now this the second tape
i hit him with the first, the second nearly took his breath away
the handle on that twelve gauge was wrapped up in tape
i was sliding back_to_back when he got slapped in his face
this is “true stories 2”, why the f_ck would i cap for?
three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door
opps wanna k!ll me so i’m rolling with this fat four
summertime, i slapped off the dotty till my hands sore
this is “true stories 2”, why the f_ck would i cap for?
three bootings, the feds boomed off my back door
opps wanna k!ll me so i’m rolling with this fat four
summertime, i slapped off the dotty till my hands sore

- booter bee

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