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letra de 973agriculture - chief boola

intro: chief boola and [papi fed-ex]
yeauuh
[it’s me, ya dig? we in this b-tch, ya dig? pulverizing my meat. getting real neat. jalen in the back – he a freak
okay
yesss. yess!
like scoob! itsa me, mario]
yeauh, yeauh, yeauh

hook: chief boola
pull up to the block with my d-ck out (with my d-ck out)
said you was the homie but you switched now (yeah you switched up)
judge said “you get life.”? ima snitch now (ima snitch now)
i make bad music, i make big sounds (this sh-t garbage boy)
ay, freak, darn, i forgot to park the tractor (forgot to park it)
stop playin, boy, you is an actor (you’s an actor)
kickin’ back, sippin’ pop in alabama (yeah, sippin’)
i be farmin’, but it don’t even matter (straight up)

verse 1: chief boola
woah brother, did you pick the corn (did you pick it)
i been farmin’ since the day i was born (since i was born)
bring the cows inside the barn if there’s a storm (if there’s a storm)
put my cowboy hat on, i look sharp like a thorn (yeah)
if you test me i might have to grab the rifle, boy (rifle)
with the l-sso, knock you out, like it’s nyquil, boy (thuthuthuthu)
grab my l-sso, imma spin it like a vinyl, boy (yeah, yeah)
touch the pigpen and this gat get homicidal, boy (yeah)!

verse 2: papi fed-ex
i’m big time, b-tch, don’t rush me
coochie smellin’ musty, shorty please don’t touch me
fifty on my wrist i’m busty, yo’ neck lookin’ rusty
d-ckpiece likes to fly in the wind, it likes to touch trees
remember we was cooped inside the house
silent like a mouse
pop up at your local trap, your girl is servin’ mouth
b-tch, i am a clown, put you in the yota now
d-ck up in her stomach, got her mooing like a cow
n-gg-s want the beef
get hit with the piece
mahomes, i’m not playing, i’m that n-gg-, call me chief
shorty, i’m deceased
neck put me to sleep
grim reaper in the bed, i k!ll it in them sheets
moses to the cheeks
blessin’ on the beat
snow bunny so bad, that b-tch is whiter than my teeth
n-gg-s too elite
the boy be lookin’ neat
if i’m not getting p-ssy, bet i’m pulverizing my meat
no cap, call me future
all for kama sutra
the devil catch me slippin’? n-gg-, god is my shooter
pull up in an uber
eating at a hooters
school of hard knocks, i bet i f-cked my tutor
all about the cheese
vegan with the green
young south orange n-gg-, reppin’ 9-7-3
young hispanic mami, tryna make her my wife
want that yellow, blue, and red, gon’ f-ck up my life

- chief boola

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