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letra de boombox! - ​intensify & coreylte

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[intro: zotiyac]
shoutout intensify
morteh

[verse 1: zotiyac]
my n-gga, you don’t wanna be a victim
my n-gga, you don’t want a 223 or be no sisters
my n-gga, i don’t want your b-tch, you better come and get her
tryna run up on a n-gga like me and a b-tch gon’ get hurt (for real)
ayy, a big 762, that’s what just hit him (b-tch)
i can’t [?] with no f-ck n-gga, that’s why i just split him
i can’t depend on n0body but yak, that’s why i love him
but [?] make excuses like the world be tryna f-ck them
but truthfully, you n-ggas know you ain’t no main characters
malaria, that n-gga sick, i ain’t no f-ckin’ carrier (ayy, f-ck that sh-t)
shorty been a 304 and think i’m finna marry her
this b-tch keep blowin’ up my line, told her hit my carrier (dumb b-tch)
ayy, i told her i don’t care, i’m finna bury her
i burnt a b-tch, but i didn’t even f-ck or get to cherish her
i burnt a gun, dig another hole for it to share with her
i do it likе [?], leave her sh-t in diffеrent areas
ayo, d-a-k’ll blow your motherf-ckin’ face off
my b-tch bad and boujee, and she ready for the takeoff
i’ve been workin’ my ass off, i’m ready for that payoff
a n-gga run up on me, tryna fire, and get laid off (ayy)
[chorus: zotiyac]
one shot, ayy, two shots (ayy, boom)
wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2pac (ayy, 2pac)
sh-t ain’t funny no more like the boondocks (sh-t ain’t funny)
i’m outside your crib with choppas like a boombox
one shot, ayy, two shots (ayy, boom)
wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2pac (ayy, 2pac)
sh-t ain’t funny no more like the boondocks (sh-t ain’t funny)
i’m outside your crib with choppas like a boombox (ayy, boom)

[verse 2: coreylte]
my n-ggas raisin’ h-ll, that’s how you heard about me
now she carbon copied, need the type to leave my nagasaki
if she see me, treat the meat like it was kawasaki
grippin’ handlebars, she give me gums and get the party started
been that n-gga in my f-ckin’ village, muzzle to the ceiling
if they feel us, pop out with gorillas, send me to the skrilla
ain’t no plastic in this rattle, put them bullets to your [?]
pedal faster, goin’ tit-for-tat gon’ leave him on a packet
who ain’t hard enough? please don’t get me started up
you was runnin’ from the issue, n-gga, you ain’t far enough
speak my name, i pull up

[do not edit, i will finish transcribing later]

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