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letra de bomaye - arizona akin

bomaye, bomaye, bomaye, bomaye, bomaye
bomae, bomaye
where was all these women when i didn’t have the nice clothes
all i blow is loud now and every cup is ice cold
talking to your lady say she coming to tonights show
so hot it’s illegal i’m agent orange when i blow
let the dice roll, who knows what’ll come up
everybody fist poppin’ we ain’t stoppin’ till the sun up
always going stupid with music ‘cuz its a p-ssion
see me in i.s.s. getting’ knowledge from mr.jackson
i ain’t distributin’ homie all of this from rapping’
with a vegetarian b-tch and we blowing’ cabbage
importers on the phone ups deliver the package
thought that i was ballin’ now
bae wait ’till i stack it
how are all these people sleeping’ on the only real movement
out right now
out right now
i said lately i been eatin’ chiefin’
couldn’t go a week day
without my loud
out my loud

aye

sometimes things seem it’s only gettin’ worse
everything you planned out movin’ in reverse
i just wanna be the greatest rapper on this earth
this whole book of lyrics baby started with a verse
i been workin’ hard baby now its time to play
smokin’ in designer baby its that kinda day
d-gg-n’ like i’m l-ssie lately
feel some type of way
when that fire comin’ in you better hit me right away
i been working hard lately now it’s time to play
smokin’ in designer baby it’s that kinda day
d-gg-n’ like i’m l-ssie lately
feel some type of way
when that fire comin’ in you better hit me right away

people on the cellular say “akin, hit the street!”
i will when i got millions i’m diligent gotta eat
when in middle school
silliness playin’ they mockin’ me
now i’m fresher than that ziploc
and on top of green
ain’t no stoppin’ me i’m gon be what i wanna be
and if you endin’ up offended sh-t i tell it honesty
talkin’ on this microphone my heart is on my sleeve
real men would rather die than live their life upon their knees
we was on garnet poppin’ them pills
’bout one year i’m coppin’ a deal
still show love
mentors in the street
i’m gone take them on tour
we hop on the wheels
aye
impala we in
ain’t pick up i’m gon call them again
she say “bae, love you on stage!”
back in my room she callin’ her friend
woo
i ball with a pen
smoke too much i’m coughin’ again
awake for weeks
i just don’t sleep
they say” akin, you lost it again!”
what
in thoughts of the benz
girl naked get lost in the skin
when i’m at war i don’t play it like a b-tch
i”m gon die behind it, get locked up again

- arizona akin

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