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bumboi – diablita كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: bumboi]
dance with the devil, i need me some bread
you call me a pencil the way i hold lead
feel like a doctor, i’m flippin’ these meds
my shawty gon’ wake up and give me some head
knock on the door, i can’t f_ck with no cop
plottin’ and talkin’, i think it’s the opps
he open his mouth, now that boy gettin’ mobbed
you f_ck with a menace, you f_ck with a mob
you coolin’ it back, well i’m mindin’ my business
these p_ssies gon’ talk, cause i’m dennis the menace
they envy the kid and the flow and the image
you mad cause you don’t wanna see me admit it
i’m doin’ it better, so hold your vendetta
i’m grippin’ the middle, that boy gettin’ wet up
i’m on a new level, hit you with the bezel
you collect some kettle, you build like a pebble
i’m like f_ck that (f_ck that)
hold up, wait a minute, where the buds at (buds at)
hold up, i just wanna smoke the gas pack (gas pack)
think i took too many xans
so what? i’m off of this drink and i can’t put my face
all these lil’ boaties, stop screamin’ my name
don’t act like you know me cause we not the same
i’m shootin’ these fire like my name is zane
[verse 2: day$okee]
my name is dia, translation of the day
all on my d_ck like, give me a break
get a sangria, now give me a shake
she shakin’ her booty but have me some cake
cause we ain’t the same, look at my name
dai with the dollar sign, down in l.a
call me for b_tches, i’m clean and i spray
vvs diamonds, they hangin’ and swayin’
te doy un balaso y me sique el malo
feelin’ like pablo on top of the world
your b_tch on my d_ck, i’ma give her a twirl
wanted some vv, wanted some pearls
i can get technical, i can get lyrical
hidin’ the meanings but havin’ it clear
subliminal messages, hidin’ their principles
typical people, we’re critical, point of things
cover my body, take over my mind
demons all in me, i’m hearin’ their cries
call me the devil, i’m losin’ my mind
my life for the taking, but who gon’ take mine?
think i’m a liar, you think i’m the same?
i have me a wheel, no blood, it’s rainin’
21 ton of guns, scars on my face
i’m bout to respect if you stay in your lane
my mind on the money, my head on the pole
your b_tch on the bed, is she givin’ that dough?
your mind on the murder, my mind on the glow
if i ever said to my friends, “lets go”
i’m rappin’, that makes you color the code
i’m proud of my blood and i pray i don’t fall
she’s a corpse in my blood, like my fame was a store
i’m ready to hit it, i’m ready for more

- bumboi

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