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letra de neighbors - bossman spaz

[intro: bossman spaz]
big blrrrd, ayy, blrrrd
ayy, bl–dy
ayy, ayy, ayy, bl–dy (c-mo productions)
get ’em, blrrrd

[chorus: bossman spaz]
the chopper stay so close to me that you would think we neighbors (we close like neighbors)
that p-ssy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his mama raised him (’cause his mama raised him)
we had a clear shot on his head, but i think god saved him (i think god saved him)
you never walked up, hit your man, you probably never grazed him (you ain’t shiesty)
ayy, i’m a real gangster, did some sh-t you can’t rehe-rs- (uh-huh)
my pockets used to hurt, now i get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
god blеssed me with some accuracy on thе day i was birthed (thank the lord for my aim)
every time we get the drops, i’m the one who go scope it first (blrrrd, blrrrd)

[verse 1: bossman spaz]
i’m in this car that go so fast that it came with some merch (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i go get free sh-t out the store ’cause i’m f-ckin’ the clerk (’cause i’m f-ckin’ on the clerk)
you was talkin’ gangster on the ‘net ’til we found where you work (’til we found out where you work)
i can get you whacked for a lil’ cash or a couple of percs (a couple percocet)
took a n-gga pole, “shiesty, why you do that though?” (i don’t know)
ayy, i’m from northside st.louis, we brought up in gorilla mode (for sure, for sure)
if you don’t deserve it or won’t shoot it, we gon’ let ’em know (we gotta let ’em know)
i’m tryna break down a cuban and add me some gg4, let’s go
thought we was gon’ ride the srt, i got that ho a lyft
we just threw a party on your block and didn’t include the gift (it didn’t come with gifts)
i’m smokin’ exotic ’til the fire, i almost burned my lip
i’m havin’ sharklato mixed with pie hoe, one-fifteen a zip

[chorus: bossman spaz]
the chopper stay so close to me that you would think we neighbors (we close like neighbors)
that p-ssy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his mama raised him (’cause his mama raised him)
we had a clear shot on his head, but i think god saved him (i think god saved him)
you never walked up, hit your man, you probably never grazed him (you ain’t shiesty)
ayy, i’m a real gangster, did some sh-t you can’t rehe-rs- (uh-huh)
my pockets used to hurt, now i get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
god blessed me with some accuracy on the day i was birthed (thank the lord for my aim)
every time we get the drops, i’m the one who go scope it first (blrrrd, blrrrd)

[verse 2: yxng bl–dy]
i’m in the field with choppers, you can’t come up on this turf (you not on this turf)
and i’m from k!llbranch, we known for k!llin’ k!llers first (we chopped ’em first)
a customized chopper, thought i scratched him with a nerf (blrrrd, blrrrd)
i’m startin’ to slide and i shot my third victim out a ‘vert (blrrrd)
i had a glock ‘fore i lost my virginity, these n-ggas envy me (that glizzy)
hundred shots out my infiniti, my opps remember me (250s)
fifteen shots in my fn, i call this b-tch my mini-me (blrrrd)
b-tch talkin’ ’bout matching energy, b-tches be k!llin’ me, let’s go
dope comin’ from where the spurs play, i’m where the birds play (loud)
i just ran up thirty and this ain’t sh-t but my third play (wow)
reach for these vv’s, we let off shots right where the tourists play (the crowd)
narcs be out on tuesday so we pop back out on thursday (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

- bossman spaz

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