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letra de disobey - boondox and bukshot

[verse 1: bukshot]
f-ck a trap star (star) bringing wicked sh-t (wicked sh-t)
underground we bring them heaters with them bigger clips (clips)
we can ride out, take you to the hideout (hideout)
paperboy on the ground, this is my route (my route)
did it my way, f-ck everybody else (body else)
even though so many times i shoulda cried for help (cried for help)
living in the same pond with the big fish (big fish)
never tripping we be swimming with the misfits
aight (aight) i’m a rebel never listening (listening)
disobey every rule they be mentioning (mentioning)
f-ck a playbook and your quarterback (quarterback)
watch these fake b-tches never get they corner back (back)
i’m the dope man, better get off my block (my block)
you don’t want the mob goon shooting off top (off top)
like a rogue sith lord i’ma reck sh-t (reck sh-t)
pull my lightsaber out and get your neck split

[chorus: bukshot & ant g]
bow down
don’t have to listen to what y’all say (no no no)
bow down
cause you don’t like the way we disobey (no no no)
bow down
don’t have to listen to what y’all say (no no no)
bow down
cause you don’t like the way we disobey (no no no)
bow down
[verse 2: boondox]
i ain’t never been the one to follow rules
i never follow leaders cause i never follow fools
if i’m ever right behind you better run like the wind
bullseye on your drive-by on a swin’
popping wheelies, empty clips cause i don’t give a f-ck
blood on my yeezy’s like blood on his chucks
me and buk get bucked and the whole street drop
first on the mic when a cold beat drops
start rapping ’bout slapping and clapping on a b-tch
then come in to your house and we do the f-cking sh-t
every day is the purge when you live for the chaos
heathens get the urge, do the damage when they play us
kicking out the speakers while they kicking in doors
these b-tches start beef, f-cking dirt and start wars
we ain’t in it for the culture, ain’t here to make friends
just obey what they say screaming “f-ck a consequence”

[chorus: bukshot & ant g]
bow down
don’t have to listen to what y’all say (no no no)
bow down
cause you don’t like the way we disobey (no no no)
bow down
don’t have to listen to what y’all say (no no no)
bow down
cause you don’t like the way we disobey (no no no)
bow down
[verse 3: lyte]
i do what i want, how i want with no permission
they can’t ban me and leave me dry like a prohibition
for sure listen
do you and follow yo vision, mo’ b-tching
that sh-t is for the birds you’re old pigeon
don’t start no sh-t it won’t be no sh-t
but your number’s getting picked to mark like a keno slip
your style is childish
when there can’t be no sh-t
i hope you packed your bags b-tch, for your ego trip
and we gone flip and dump this desert eagle clip
and reload quick, that’s how we roll b-tch
i pump all your set, i come with the tec to crumble your neck
they’re shooting on the computer but there’s nothing but net
you’re faking it through
f-ck it i got paper to move
i’m the savior, i got flavor and that’s majorly true
bow down
cause i ain’t no hater like you (hater like you)
to a k!ller that’s greater than you

- boondox and bukshot

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