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letra de ismokebackwoodz - lil bowser

[intro]
ahhhhhh yuh go (aye) gang! go yuh aye yuh aye
um.. backwood are you there? come open up p-ssy i heard you said you was a blood so it’s time to die may god be with you

[phone call]
this is a prepaid call from jalen smith a inmate at the county correctional facility all phone calls are subject to recording and monitoring to decline this call press #9 now and to accept this cal press #1 now….. thank you your call has been accepted
so backwood n-ggas up in here telling me you ain’t from the hood
i heard your in town so i get out in a couple of days may god be with you your gonna die (laughs)

[verse 1]
yuh n-ggas say he from the hood im gd n-gga knife yo cousin she dead in the dirt this f-ggot n-gga switchin up broke asf jalen send me some money im stuck im flexin my money no kaso pull up on u foe nem totin them dracos n-ggas want war p-ssy all about totin these p-ssy ass n-ggas they blood but they fakin run up on me put yo ass on the shirt b-tch backwood the pack that im smokin im bustin
leave yo ass dead n-gga need rubatutson f-ckin yo momma she off of the purksents talkin that sh-t p-ssy n-gga you feaning text me on snap again you will be speechless say you blud but you dissin a rapper im wearin blue im a blood yes im flaggin p-ssy ass n-gga ain’t ready for war i made u lil n-gga you think that you hard keep thinkin like youll be up to the stars you runnin like ricky put shots to his back this boyz in the hood but its really like dat you missin yo shots n-ggas clappin to back this n-gga he ass he ain’t ready for rap you enter my city and you will dead huh talkin that sh-t but you went home and ran you all my nuts n-ggaa you are a fan you stay in yo lane and im stayin mine we never the same lil n-gga is dum 40 drum at yo momma ak at yo aunt yo grandma yo aunt ye that love them some d-ck n-gga goofy he flaggin but nows hes a crip im switchin my gangs n-gga i am a fish you thought i was done tell yo mom that im nasty thought i was g-y but you make crabby patties you f-ggot ass f-cka you ridin a d-ck my beams are not real n-gga buying from wish ik your fan n-gga know your fan im callin up god n-gga you will be dead better kiss on yo momma im droppin these commas and when i go pull up on u you gon crumble i sting like a bee little n-gga im bumble i fly like b-tterfly n-gga im humble but when i get physical i am a bat you know that you flaggin backwood is a rat dont ever be chilled bout dissin the king i shoot on yo block n-gga won’t do a thing im smokin that ricky pack dead on the scene i dont need no yellin cuz i am the king

- lil bowser

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