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letra de do em wrong - kaboom holy

[intro: foolio]
haha
(d-mn, nick)

[verse 1: foolio]
caught an opp in the party and shot up the club
the last n-gga got stepped on like a dirty rug
get your ass shot all in your mug tryna look tough
he bench two-fifty, don’t get shot tryna look buff
posted on the opp’s block, hangin’ like giraffe nuts
tryna swing on me, weave, weave, then the uppercut
caught that boy lackin’ with his homies, had to shoot it up
bro just threw some percocets at me, f-ck it, boot me up
thick b-tch toot it up, you petite, you the one
i just got a stolen car, another drop, a new gun
i just made the opps run, your dog died, spin somethin’
you think you the sh-t, huh? but you a famous snitch, huh? (snitch-ass n-gga, holy)
[chorus: kaboom holy]
i got that sh-t that get you upset (i do)
chopper spit fire, it’s volcanic when we up that (yeah, yeah, it is)
baby, you can look at these v’s, but don’t touch that (nah)
n-gga on the ground coppin’ pleas, you know what’s next (skrrt)
gotta do him wrong
p-ssy n-gga tried, now i gotta get him gone
i like both b-tches, so they gotta get along (holy)
my n-gga got the l!ck, now i got him on the phone (bread)
on the way to do him wrong (gra-da-da)

[verse 2: money man loot]
vvs in everything, baby, these ain’t baguettes
b-tch, i don’t want a gentle slurp, i want rough neck
everybody with me got sticks like a drumset
if you swing on foolio, you gon’ get your shirt wet
we up next
keep the glizzy in my hand, p-ssy, i won’t tuck sh-t
confiscate a n-gga glock ’cause he ain’t gon’ bust sh-t
your b-tch put them pretty lips on me, i might cum quick
i can’t take my opp serious ’cause he got on trukfit
i got the switch like i got it off the tree, get a spanking
what the f-ck you thinkin’? leave a pig in a blanket
we gon’ leave him stankin’
slap the sh-t out the promoter, we think he janky
[chorus: kaboom holy]
i got that sh-t that get you upset (i do)
chopper spit fire, it’s volcanic when we up that (yeah, yeah, it is)
baby, you can look at these v’s, but don’t touch that (nah)
n-gga on the ground coppin’ pleas, you know what’s next (skrrt)
gotta do him wrong
p-ssy n-gga tried, now i gotta get him gone
i like both b-tches, so they gotta get along (holy)
my n-gga got the l!ck, now i got him on the phone (bread)
on the way to do him wrong (gra-da-da)

- kaboom holy

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