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letra de bust shots - shief

[intro]
(ooh, ooh ahh)
are we ready? i mean my mic is… it sounds perfect. oh yeah
(ooh, ooh ahh)
they say i got a lot of demons in me (ooh, ooh ahh)
uh. i mean we all got a little bit of demon right? (ooh, ooh ahh. ahh. ahh.)
ahhhh. hey

[verse]
my life is like a movie come and view the script
and i don’t care if y’all spit like an uzi y’all still gon’ need an extra clip
we keep the touli lit
hammer tucked in the pants homie because i’m too legit
i don’t even know why i even have to prove this sh-t

it’s nothing to this sh-t
i’m like makes a bad boy for life
but my flow is really disturbing the peace so i guess my bars be really ludicrous
in this fake rap game you won’t find n0body true as this

and don’t compare me to anyone or anything unless its nastier than sewer sh-t
the flow is so lucrative
treat this game like wrestling and i be lex luger kid

i will never fall off lets get this f-cking through your head
it’s been 16 years yes i f-cking blew some bread
but this boy be f-cking sick no sudafed
and i been hot since 2pac moved to cuba kid and grew some dreads
i’m from boston we put bullets f-cking through the feds through your head
ha f-ck that not through the lex
selling drugs on bikes homie
with no brakes its a fast life i was so drunk i done crashed twice
i shoulda been blown up they’re like you’re mad nice
they’re like you’re mad nice

and i can have you dead n-gga for a bad price
and that’s a half a mil
i have a n-gga kickin’ up f-cking daffodils
and that’s for real

don’t make me have to send a message
and i ain’t talk about textin’
i can’t believe you n-ggas think you’re flexin’
they wake up on my d-ck, please have some breakfast

yeah they love it when i’m talking reckless
it’s either that or i’m talking with a f-cking weapon
i spit it like the gun
i got 99 problems and a big shotgun

and this boy from boston n-gga come and try hum
the years they pass but nothing done changed
you too soundcloud got rappers stuck in the game
the juice take everything till nothing remains
till you have the label office busting your thing
went bankrupt from a bentley now you’re up on the train
then lyin’ in interviews, man you like to f-cking complain
man it’s not f-cking the same
take that d-ck out your mouth son, you sound horrible
f-ck the tats on your face and colored hair and your voice on autotunes
everybody know you’re not a goon
this that flow thats hot as june

and i can make your n-ggas disappear like bada-boom
and don’t care if you stand out like the only white person at a black barbecue
man you sound horrible since my grey’s kicking in i guess i have to father you
black revolver you
you can all die slow that’s for the fans that actually follow you (you too motherf-cker)

your momma shoulda f-cking swallowed you
word the big l
word the [?] it ain’t hard to tell
you’s a f-ggot ass n-gga are you a female? or a male?

listen, i was writing these bars when i was in jail. farewell
i’m back and you can all die
n-gga please i got you n-ggas by a long slide, hahaha
yeah say h-llo to the bad guy
if you tell ‘em anything about me tell ‘em i was mad fly

du rag tie
n-gga i drop bombs over motherf-ckin’ bhagda- (haha haha)
[outro]
and at the end of the day you’re still gonna be a f-ggot
yeah man, now bust shots
now bust shots
now bust shots
yeah f-cking blood clot, come on
now come on, now bust shots

you motherf-ckers wanna bust shots?
yeah, i’m yellin out bust shots
yeah, now everybody gonna drop, come on
(ooh, ooh)

- shief

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