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letra de bnb - booter bee

[intro]
back and better
they want man locked in the can forever
nasty knifings dampin’ sweaters
free the guys, free the guys
b-b-b-booter

[chorus]
i’m back and better
stepped out the wok straight out of the block ‘cah i swing my cheffer (swing)
suns up, guns out, give me a reason (ah, ah)
jump out, squeeze it, change that weather
my opps are b-tches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of cheshire
studio man, give this one a censor
mother’s life, it’s pepper
[verse 1]
give it a year, the fans will say i’m the best at drill
my manager’s tellin’ me stop when my head gets hot, someone’s gettin’ shot where them man chill (baow, baow)
i’ve had enough of these lies
i’ma start askin’ real rappers who have they fried (who you fried?)
ask me the question, i’ll tell you in seconds
who-who-who-who, what, where and why
they had man locked inside, i came back with criminal pies
i came with links for straps, i’m finally gettin’ more nine x bined
i’m finally gettin’ more corn for the 4’s (finally)
one shot, send man to the sky
bro is the real life 21 savage, he shanked up —- in twenty-one times (ching)
are you-are you-are you f-ckin’ mad?
they know that my shooters are tapped
three get ’round, got bagged in a ride
section 5 of the firearms hacked (free bro)
—- drivin’ a whip, sh-t, i swear that bro was on a drivin’ van
spot me an opp, fl!ck the safety off
jump out the wizz tryna smoke them man (baow)

[chorus]
i’m back and better
stepped out the wok straight out of the block ‘cah i swing my cheffer (swing)
suns up, guns out, give me a reason (ah, ah)
jump out, squeeze it, change that weather
my opps are b-tches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of cheshire
studio man, give this one a censor
mother’s life, it’s pepper
[verse 2]
i really do what i say in my lyrics, the picture i paint in your head is vivid
they try say that shotties are sh-t, he screamed like a b-tch when them pellets hit him (p-ssy)
they wanna know how booter’s livin’ (trust-trust me, they don’t)
my head’s hot and my heart is cold
if my head gets hot, someone’s gettin’ smoked (baow)
push my b-ttons, i’ll push this safety off, broad day, slap corn out the pole (gang)
swing this chetts, don’t [?] ‘cah centre, i chinged up three in a row (facts)
call-call little bro, better keep it low, if the feds ask questions, keep it (shh)
i told —-, better watch his tone
he decided to raise his voice, so i left him stretched on —- road
we chinged up —-, who’s next [?] (who’s next? who’s next?)
get man down, me, m and —-, they know that’s a dangerous trio (know)
they brought a knife to a gun fight, must’ve smokin’ spice like go (bi-bi-bisshead)
i’m a problem, police don’t like me, i burst my burner, ask my po
(ask her)

- booter bee

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