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letra de da boys - melonmarz

[chorus: melonmarz]
uh, uh
uh, uh, what’s that sh-t? it sounds like the f-cking boys
uh, uh, jump in here b-tch don’t make no f-cking noise
uh, uh, whacking sh-t like them boys in illinois
uh, uh, cops on d-ck cause we play wit ‘glizzy torch

[verse 1: melonmarz & sir abe]
it’s big c.o.b. you drop yo low then we gone be there n-gga
everybody throw a hundred shots because theses glees extended
i won’t even tryna spin they side but brodie name got mention
when you get up to them pearly gates just tell ’em leeky sent you
uh and we gone get up with you
chalk em i a suit so you can see we really handle business
think the choppa g-y, it get up close and try and kiss a n-gga
know his momma sad won’t tryna hit em but he was with them b-tches
uh, this some murder sh-t
i feel like the murder man so i need me a murder b-tch
ain’t got sh-t to do with gang cause we ain’t never heard of jit (uh, uh)
don’t be in the trap unless you whipping or you purchasing (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
bro just hit my phone and told me its a lock to spin
he try catch a vic and he just got them blue m30s in
sliding off the perc its me and tb that’s my murder twin
said they want my head then p-ssy n-gga come and do this sh-t
but they ain’t doing sh-t
they just like to talk online
won’t even come outside
laugh at post when n-ggas die
surround they house and open fire
this ain’t no gang banging sh-t
n-gga f-ck the politics
old head tryna tell me how to move
go eat a pile of d-cks
[chorus: melonmarz]
uh, uh
uh, uh, what’s that sh-t? it sounds like the f-cking boys
uh, uh, jump in here b-tch don’t make no f-cking noise
uh, uh, whacking sh-t like them boys in illinois
uh, uh, cops on d-ck cause we play wit ‘glizzy torch

[verse 2: sir abe]
uh uh, yeah, murder she wrote
big c.o.b and we uppin’ the score
plug in town, he sell for the low
these n-ggas playin’, we turn ’em to ghosts
poppin a xan, i feel like lil boat
i love the wocky i’m pourin the four
that n-gga better not come out the door
’cause if he do, he get sent to the lord
uh uh, got my gl!ck, feelin’ shiesty get my l!ck, uh, uh
f-ck yo’ b-tch, you ain’t gettin guap like this, uh, uh
melly spin, pass it over, k!ll assist, uh, uh
she love my bl!ck, glizzy got unspoken rizz, uh
gotta a choppa with the red beam, we point the f-cker at this face
we pull the trigger, make a n-gga dreads swing, we gon close a mothef-cker case
shorty comin’ over, cum all on her face
n-ggas talkin’ crazy, hit em with the k
shorty suck me up and i don’t know her name
shorty gon’ do it prolly’ for the fame

- melonmarz

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