Correction Lyrics Boof Pack 2 by City Morgue

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Lyrics

Mula!
b*t*h I love to pop the swammy (Blaow)
Like we f**kin' pop a xanny (Rrah)
See the coupes is cotton candy (Skrr)
b*t*hes see me, drop they panties (Slide)
f**k these n***as, they's not loyal (f**k outta here)
Shoot broad day, with the [?]
Let it rain, whole hundred shots on you (Blaow)
Got a banger and I leave it when the cops on you (Blaow)
Heard about you, a little cop caller (b*t*h)
Look little b*t*h, I'm a Makk Baller (MBF)
Left wrist cookin, the pot boil (Work)
Cook it all down to the hot oil (Work)
I serve them fiends on the regular (Work)
Pints of the lean I'ma measure 'em (Work)
Loaded sixteen in the Heckler (Blaow)
Red beams hit your chest like the Predator (Mula)

Aye, you don't know about where I'm from (Wassup?)
You don't know about where I be (Wassup?)
You don't know about cold nights, with the [?] on, like [?] (Okay)
You don't know about keepin' it G (Wassup?)
You don't know about lacin' no weed (Wassup?)
You don't know about Godzilla, b*t*h top splitter, it's young 13 (Okay)
Clip, with that stick, pussies they run up whenever he [?]
Let it rip, with that grip, pussies they run up and they get flipped
Oh, y'all just talkin' sh*t, boy (Okay)
Banger on my hip, boy (Okay)
This AK hold sixty (Wassup?)
n***a you is Bixty

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