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letra de mayday! - bummy god

[intro: fye beats & rawbone]
i’m on fire right now, f-ck n-gga!
rawb-b-bone

[verse 1: bummy god]
keep a bear, like i play for the knicks
big scope, stay on top of the bl!ck
wa-water on me like i sunk from a ship
ten shots to the end of the clip
shooting green, so you know they don’t miss
like a beyblade, we off of the rip
get your boo thing, she giving me lip
she getting mood swings, i left in a jiff’
i left in a jiff’, i left it so fast
just like an incredible, i do the dash
she get in my skin, i’m calling her, “rash”
i run from the wind, i’m quick like the flash
she call her boyfriend while she let me smash
i look at that b-tch just like, “what the f-ck?”
called her name, told her, “get the f-ck-”
she said, “bummy, wait, let me l!ck it up”
i-i said, “okay, baby, finish up”
n-gga, liu kang, had to finish her
i had to slide in just to get the nut
just to get the nut, just to get the nut
like a old trap phone, b-tch, i’m ???
pull out my phone, record it while i’m hitting her
look at her text, i see that you’re missing her
told text back that it’s time to just give it up
give it up, give it up
hah, hah, hah
[verse 2: bummy god & okdeazy]
had to take a breather, b-tch, now i’m back
like a qb, she rush to my sack
back in, b-tch, i keep me a rack
mac-10, yeah, that b-tch on my lap
ran in the opp house with a strap
hats off, ’cause you know we don’t cap
we ain’t fixing to get into that
n-ggas know we got sticks and the racks
see police, throw the stick in the back
steve jobs, i’m shooting this ho, i feel like i invented the mac
fifty in the glock, i got plenty shots
i feel like gucci, i invented the trap
semi-auto shots, leave a n-gga hot
you give me a beating, i’m finishing that
these n-ggas taking the fact
if i take your chain right now, you ain’t getting it back
this chopper go blocker, i got h-lla shotters
this .40 knock the brim off a n-gga hat
i ain’t fixing to let no n-gga tell me what i can do
if i can turn a bro into a knot, that’s a bantu
take a n-gga wh0re, and then i beat it like a bongo
play it like a banjo, that’s what i can do
i’m in my element, i’m so intelligent
these n-ggas weak, i do this for the h-ll of it
you get no ass, you sell a b-tch
n-ggas is not real, they counterfeit (sike)

- bummy god

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