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letra de angry africans - ebk bckdoe

[verse 1: ebk bckdoe]
if i catch him in the open it’s a bam bam
the way you n-ggas d-ckride c-ck, need some pom-poms
welcome to the doe aka mani.com
i got a baby nine on me, it go bop bop
fiending for a victim, dead n-ggas in my grabba
you be crashing out, i’m not crashing out this danny phantom
i got some old syrup, told [?] take it out the cabinet
and i’ma pull the move, cut ’em out the way, it never happened

[chorus: ebk bckdoe]
it do not exist
you only get paid from [?], b-tch, you are not the sh-t
and we chased your baby daddy down and all kinds of sh-t
drop thirty-three out ss, b-tch, i feel like rich
[verse 2: ebk bckdoe]
you still got that see-through clip, that is not a stick
you only f-ck with b-tches underage, you are not a pimp
i heard your auntie son got smoked and it got her sick
i graduated from thе streets, f-ck a scholarship

[verse 3: ssrichh33]
graduated from the streets, f-ck a cap and gown
n-gga was my brother yеsterday, i’m finna knock him down
tell ’em keep it real, i’m the reason they don’t come around
no, we not shooting from no load, we gon’ run him down
n-gga, i need my k!ll my confirmed
it don’t bring me down, i’m still geeking when i’m off the syrup
ain’t no get back, any n-gga know i’m shooting first
last n-gga put me in a song, we put him on a shirt
aye, n-gga, now he in my wood
b-tch, i’m a 33 baby, get that understand
everywhere i go i got my slam, i wish a n-gga would
hundred something thousand on youtube, i’m still in the hood

[chorus: ebk bckdoe]
it do not exist
you only get paid from [?], b-tch, you are not the sh-t
and we chased your baby daddy down and all kinds of sh-t
drop thirty-three out ss, b-tch, i feel like rich
[verse 4: ebk bckdoe]
had to pull the move on what’s his name, he acting like a b-tch
that b-tch tried to give me seven hundred, what the f-ck is this?
put that on my auntie [?] kids, i didn’t touch that b-tch
this glock 22 my baby mama, swear i love that b-tch

[chorus: ebk bckdoe]
this that hundiddy bam bam
i got a double strike baby nine, it go bop bop
i got your baby mama overseas, she my top thot
the way you n-ggas d-ckride, need some pom-poms
the way you n-ggas d-ckride, need some training wheels
i’m the real bckdoe, b-tch, i stain for real
shooting up the school, you got smoked tryna bang the [?]
that n-gga been a b-tch, he pump fake but i’ma spray for real

[verse 5: verde babii]
this that hundiddy bam bam
n-gga, this a g23, it go bop bop
better ask about lil verde, b-tch, i’m top opp
went and chased your lil brother down, them ain’t pop shots
n-gga, why you ain’t double back?
you out here busting thirty-dollar dates, that is not a trap
you out here toting peewee guns, that is not a strap
i can’t take richie rich nowhere, he don’t know how to act
n-gga, this that hundiddy bam bam
the way you n-ggas d-ckride c-ck, need some pom-poms
b-tch, this is gucci steppers, this ain’t sean john
i just slapped a fully on a—uh—it go ah-ah
aye, b-tch, my suckers don’t exist
you only hard around your n-ggas, you are not the sh-t
drop thirty-three out ss, b-tch, i feel like rich
your brother died and you ain’t slide, you went and made a diss
[chorus: ebk bckdoe]
this that hundiddy bam bam
i got a double strike baby nine, it go bop bop
i got your baby mama overseas, she my top thot
the way you n-ggas d-ckride, need some pom-poms
the way you n-ggas d-ckride, need some training wheels
i’m the real bckdoe, b-tch, i stain for real
shooting up the school, you got smoked tryna bang the [?]
that n-gga been a b-tch, he pump fake but i’ma spray for real

[outro: ebk bckdoe]
that n-gga been a b-tch, he pump fake but i’ma spray for real
n-gga tryna bang the [?], i think this n-gga g-y for real
i’m finna [?] what i say for real
he tryna [?]
hear that sh-t right now, i’m out

- ebk bckdoe

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