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letra de dr miami - booter bee

[intro]
m1onthebeat
x10
scratch mixed it
b-b-b-booter

[verse 1: booter bee]
get the drop and i’m sliding rapid (skrr)
black balaclava’s, white bandanna’s (bow)
skid and skrr, i put the dotty on burst, i shot him he lost his balance (bap)
he lost his heart when he saw my g’s
lost his life when he bucked my team
i stepped out two burners matchin’, paigons know i’m a different breed (bad guy)

[verse 2: m1llionz]
flip knife clipped inside of my boxers, probation wants us encased (ching)
fearful shot to the size of the mossberg, said it’s too big need a whole new base
heard he got hot watered on induction, dr miami need a whole new face (haha)
high speed ones into the next county, different feds it’s a whole new chase

[verse 3: booter bee]
any vio we slide out same day (grr, grrrr), crocodile t–th for the ak (bow, bap)
said we don’t use our knives, are they f-cking blind?
when the mandem chinged up jj (woah)
should’ve seen how we butchered khayri (ooo)
how i get round, shot up the party (bap)
can’t chill in the crowd and think that your safe, jump out and bullet the barbie’s (smoke dem)
[verse 4: m1llionz]
i can tell you bout’ in-house one’s where it got tense, shot up his yard
left corn on his mum’s bed (woi-oi)
false alarm heard mr man’s not dead (p-ssed), who’s that my man?
wait there one sec (who’s that?)
you ever seen usain bolt in 110’s that was —- when he ran with his long legs (ha ha)
p-ssed if i hop out the ride and it’s not them, talk is cheap but the chat’s gonna cost them

[verse 5: booter bee]
let them troll me as much as they want on the net (p-ssy)
see me in person they sh-t their pants, had the glock in my bag (bap)
big sh-lls in my wap (bap)
what makes you think imma’ swing my hands
swa-sw-ng my shank and pman swam (swing)
neck and chest get done by the ramz (chef him)
run up and done him, opp block shot it up
i know that day man ruined his plans

[verse 6: m1llionz, booter bee]
ot trappers hearts malfunction when they see the black 09 focus pullin’ up (neow)
he try g-check that got reversed, on the way to the hospital holdin’ his stomach
opp doctor miami, tummy tuck
don’t loose at the drink up’s get bullet up
booter i’m pulling up, need me a gun in hoods
you’re good fam no one’s pullin’ up
[verse 7: booter bee]
get the addy’ i’m roling quick, garden gloves and we’re all equipped
snap that shot one barrel in half i’m sliding, luger bells in clips (bap)
jump out slap then skid, i slapped his dad and i wrapped his kid
bring up the mash i’m not brandishing it (bow, bap bap)
slapped off two watch me strangle the stick (bow, woi-oi)

[verse 8: m1llionz, booter bee]
i thought my man was cool till i caught on his sussy way’s
the petrol burnin’ my open pores, stinking but i had to bathe
the yg’s rambo’s twinin’ while me and jimmy got matching k’s
i really wanna shoot his mum in the face even though it’s mad to say
am i mad?, must be crazy
still need ninja t–th for the baby
still need separate plates for the a3, still whacked up even when man’s mainstream
four door-three man-two burners, one shot from the glock-9 it’s curtains
creep up, f-ck a long shot it’s worthless
lean out one eye closed when i burst it (bap)

[outro]
m1onthebeat
x10

- booter bee

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