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letra de off dat - bumboi

[intro: verse 1]
ayy, i’m off the go, i’m off the jump, i’m off the dome, i’m off the rip
i’m off the motherf-ckin’ words up inside my head, let me stack my brain, get rich
i’m off the pills, i’m off the sip, i’m off the drugs that feel like sh-t
talk to my demons, i got repercussions, they usin’ my soul and my energy, sh-t
i don’t kick it, let’s it stacks, and some profit off a bit
i’ma send a p-ssy back, if she never sucking d-ck
i can’t deal with how you act, mane you spoiled as a b-tch
i’ve been dreamin’ that me and my dogs are up
did you know that you can’t be a part of us
i’m not one just to talk, best to run it up
okay, did you know about the times that i stepped up outta thе surface, bruh
right there, lil’ b-tch, gimmе c-notes
okay, don’t matter where i end up
i shoot my paint through the window
you make zero sense and then end flawed
okay, they walk back, now i’m up fifth
f-ck a office, b-tch, i mop this
they just talkin’ do this often
i’ve been chillin’ in stackin’ gold, hold up
like, f-ck that, how did i know you ain’t with that
brittle, i break you like kit kat
you a lil’ boy, you a rugrat
all of these people, they talkin’ so much
harsh on myself, i ain’t filled no luck
hard my feelings, i never like love
you better know that this boutta get buck
okay
[chorus]
i’m off the go, i’m off the jump
i’m off the dome, i’m off the rip
i’m off the motherf-ckin’ words up inside my head
let me stack my bread and get rich
i’m off the pills, i’m off the sip
i’m off the drugs that feel like sh-t
talk to my demons, i got repercussions
they usin’ my soul and my energy, sh-t

[verse 2]
i don’t kick it, less it stacks and profit off a bit
i’ma send a p-ssy back, if she never sucking d-ck
i can’t deal with how you act, mane, you spoiled as a b-tch
i been dreamin’ that me and my dawgs are up
did you know that you can’t be a part of us
i’m not one just to talk, best to run it up
okay, did you know about the times that i stepped up outta the surface, bruh

[chorus]
right there, lil’ b-tch, gimme c-notes
okay, don’t matter where i end up
i shot my through the window, you make zero sense and then end flawed
okay, they walk back, now i’m up fifth
f-ck a office, b-tch, i’m mopped this
they just talkin’ do this often
i been chillin’ and stackin’ gold, hold up
like, f-ck that, how did i know you ain’t with that
brittle, i break you like kit kat
you a lil’ boy, you a rug rat
all of these people, they talkin’ so much
harsh on myself, i ain’t feelin’ no luck
hard on my feelings, i never like love
you better know that this boutta get bucked
okay
[outro]

- bumboi

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