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letra de boom boom - kill stacy

[intro]
the girl next door, y’know?

[verse 1: k!ll stacy]
ayy, walked in this b-tch, got the pipe all up on me
big .45, put that right on yo’ homie
glock bake a n-gga, you think that this is [?]
and i thought he was hard ’til i told him to show me
can’t play with these n-ggas, this gl!ck not from sony
can’t parlay with these n-ggas, these n-ggas some phonies
hit him three times, got him feelin’ like tony
really pull up on a n-gga, have him smokin’ like dodi
i do that n-gga like arias, jodi
no rules in these streets, get jumped, i’m like joey
double his block, hit that b-tch with a relay
i pull up at yo’ school and do you like lil tjay
n-ggas know i don’t f-ck with that, “he say, she say”
n-ggas actin’ fishy, i’ma cut him like a filet
i hit that boy and then i hit the freeway
glock hit yo’ top, probably knock off yo’ b-ray
knock off yo’ cap ‘fore i knock it off for you
and that boy wanted war, so wе give his ass d-day
i pop that boy on the floor of the [?]
still shoot that b-tch [?]
[?], hе must think he a warrior
can’t f-ck with these b-tches, these b-tches be annoyin’, huh
don’t even know that b-tch name in the mornin’, huh
car a piece of a sh-t, can’t leave, gotta warm it up
look like you got some new sh-t to be focused on
face you be makin’, lil’ boy, get yo’ bogus on
my b-tch a ten, rub it in like it’s quarter zone
he want a half, only gave him [?]
choppa like singin’, i name that b-tch [?]
i’m in the trap, bustin’ skins like i’m [?]
we hit that boy, give a f-ck if his mommy home
walk in the spot with the chop like this johnny holmes
i got the drop, finna find out what homie on
drum love shootin’, [?], turn the tommy on
n-gga, put that sh-t up on his momma, get his momma gone
and that n-gga show me where she live, he missin’ chromosomes
[verse 2: lsg esco]
i’m in his crib like i’m home alone
hopped in this b-tch, oh yeah, get the stove on
i got this b-tch in the trap with no clothes on
i’m juggin’ the plug, we did him so wrong
then i’m so gone, b-tch, i’m so throwed
i make a opp drop, just like a yo-yo
i got this b-tch on my d-ck like a pogo
i keep me a stick ’cause you know we is yolo, b-tch
i keep a stick like it’s polo
i done did sh-t that you never know, though
slide with the gang, we deep in a tahoe
f-cked up streets, so i’m dodgin’ the potholes
f-ck that b-tch, she ain’t my ho
b-tch ran through, like rasco
bro tried to swing, he got popped though
just like his momma, he got knocked up

[verse 3: lsg prada]
ayy, that ain’t no juice, it ain’t wok
why is you fakin’ that block?
we spinnin’ that sh-t and we lookin’ for opps
only thing i’m finna duck is the cops
light switch gang, b-tch, we on top
give me yo’ chain or you could get popped
these n-ggas cappin’ ’bout sh-t that they not
i’m in the trap, tryna run up a lot
i’m with the gang, tryna get in yo’ spot
i took his ho, now she givin’ me top
i know you mad and you wish it would stop
yeah, we know that you broke and don’t got no guap

- kill stacy

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