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letra de boomer - kay glizz

[intro: kay glizz]
are you boomin’ for boomer?
are you— you boomin’ for boomer, right?
everybody in your crib know i’m boomin’ for boomer
are you boomin’ for boomer? that’s to the raq
everybody on this live that’s from bk know that, let’s talk ’bout it
and you just posted a fl!ck with a n-gga that’s smokin’ your deads, they all smokin’—
grrah, frrah-frrah, boom, n-gga ([?])
with a n-gga that’s smokin’ your deads, they all smokin’ boomer
troopers, troops
know how the f-ck we comin’, n-gga
frrah, frrah-frrah, look

[verse 1: kay glizz]
linkin’ with n-ggas that’s smokin’ your deads? do-bad, no more street cred’
boomin’ for boomer n-ggas always dead, they never got back and they never got bread
die 4s, n-ggas heard what i said
heard kr be tryna give jenn jenn head
we on chеster, one in the drеad
up it and clap and watch them n-ggas spread
look, i’m sick of these characters
they always duckin’ corn, so they mad at us
oh, you smokin’ bro? it’s a massacre
i saw they mans on the floor and i laughed at him
we ain’t never goin’ tick for tack with ’em
we throw shots and they never get back at us
we four deep movin’ hot in the acura
let me spot a dummy loafin’, we pack ’em up
[bridge: kay glizz]
grrah
you look like a bo— you heard? you look like a bozo, word to my dead

[verse 2: kay glizz]
these n-ggas never on timin’
in them wack-ass tracks, they be lyin’
i hit that block and them hollows are flyin’, these n-ggas not even tryin’

kj lucky he ain’t feel this heat
he still loafin’ thinkin’ sh-t is sweet
but baby bro home now, safety t’s
i guess i’ma leave it in the street
y’all boomin’ for boomer? that’s hard to believe
when y’all always runnin’ in y’all p’s
and we let it fly, we don’t care about d’s
frrah, frrah-frrah, boom

[verse 3: nunnie da iii]

quay got shot in his face, oh man
mellz died, but that should’ve been lil’ kam (f-ck)
we threw shots and rj ran, kai swerv keep dissin’, i think he a fan
we made g swerv [?] scram, but bro had us sick ’cause he did it on cam (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
these dirty n-ggas gotta chill
when we get upset, we go to the ville (n-gga)
kooda b a rat and they chill with him still
gotta watch the wooos ’cause all them n-ggas squeal (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
like, day glizz ran on nay, but he always got somethin’ to say (white, nayshawn)
white savv punchin’ n-ggas in they face (grrah-grrah)
41, how y’all n-ggas jackin’ lay? (grrah-grrah, n-gga)
n-ggas is do-bads, they got me tight (n-gga)
i cannot wait ’til i see that dyk- (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
tata p-ssy, i know he can’t fight (like)
and jah woo need to invest in a pipe (on bro)
i’m in the 8-o smokin’ on bango (f-ck)
all that ypf sh-t to my d-ck (grrah-grrah)
bro shootin’ like django, they better lay low (grrah-grrah)
’cause my n-ggas comin’ to blitz (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n-gga)
[outro: nunnie da iii]
f-ck
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- kay glizz

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