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letra de bocaboolin - jungle j

bocaboolin
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chorus:

okay bokay
making bangers all day
okay bokay
mind blown like jfk
okay bokay
we ain’t here to f-ckin play
okay bokay
you talk sh-t we make you pay

verse 1:

pull up with the squad to the motherf-ckin party
like we tryna see the future like that motherf-cker marty
ferrari, sorry, skrt that maserati
my -ssistant persistent like we std resistant
pull up ,pull out stunt with some clout
got not lean, codeine, f-ckin bool machine
boke n bepis, too reckless, get tet-n-s, they love us n trust us still cuff us n bluff us
squads never knowin what to do
we tryna see a whole tiddy and a sunset view
it’s true we do my gurl pull through
with all this fire we spew all in 7 2
she get queasy, wheezy when she see that fresh white yeezy
she easy she breezy
like a cover girl with a bit of curl
but when we pull up to pick her up
got that purple syrup
in my styrofoam cup
whomst le f-ck is thicc -ss
steal your b-tch smash and gas
jk i’ll p-ss
with a solid forecast of my boolers pullin up like that joke jacob hol up
don’t touch the train
blow out your brain
like kurt cobain
h-llo i am mark
is that linkin park
f-ck up a narc
gun em down in the dark

chorus:

okay bokay
making bangers all day
okay bokay
mind blown like jfk
okay bokay
we ain’t here to f-ckin play
okay bokay
you talk sh-t we make you pay

verse 2:

the squad is here
take out that queer
with barely any fear
double benders all year
we nut in your ear
stomach full of beer
we are sincere
consequence is near
oh dear severe
keep talking smack
we’ll hit ya back
do a line of crack
dusan a snack
the bodies stack
and the bool train never comes off its track

verse 3:

we need no proof in
that we f-ckin bocaboolin
while you mind your business
and keep doin what you doin
on my feet and gone
when ya hear that babylon
in the shadows till dawn
with that m9 drawn
birkenstocks to docs and crocs
with 50 round barrel loaded glocks
this ain’t a compet-tion just a nibba on a mission
krusty krabs pet-tion or a free circ-mcision
roll up in that whip, skrt
words don’t f-ckin hurt
say that sh-t again
and ima put you in the f-ckin dirt
african delight
cough syrup and sprite
oh sh-t you right
the noose it tight
just give me a kiss
like a guppy fish
that is my wish
while i cuff this b-tch
undercover drugs deals
sad nibba hour feels
i take your b-tch
give her d-ck till she squeals

chorus:

okay bokay
making bangers all day
okay bokay
mind blown like jfk
okay bokay
we ain’t here to f-ckin play
okay bokay
you talk sh-t we make you pay

- jungle j

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