CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Magazines*

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Let me got some [?] (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my momma, I'm a official (I'm a official)
And you ain't gon' shoot sh*t, so what you doin' with that blicky? (What you doin' with that blicky?)
Magazines for that whistle (Magazines)
We on your funeral, [?] and your momma ass [?] (Momma ass [?])
We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')
Clean out his [?] like a pillow
Bullets hittin' him, [?]

I'm Boss Tee and I get busy
When they comin' [?] like Ruger and I like Glizzy
Glock .20 with a switch
Hold a hunnid on your head then your sh*t gon' be missed
f**k all my opps, they dead, [?] watch your business
All my [?] in the mirror
All the water on my neck, you can see these b*t*hes clear
And I'm holdin' down [?]
This sh*t goin' to Internet, everybody act terrified
You can even ask Siri, be like, "Who run the city?"
She gon' tell you, "O'Block, period"

We gon' go and get him (We gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my momma, I'm a official (I'm a official)
And you ain't gon' shoot sh*t, so what you doin' with that blicky? (What you doin' with that blicky?)
Magazines for that whistle (Magazines)
We on your funeral, [?] and your momma ass [?] (Momma ass [?])
We get to blowin' like a whistle (Get to blowin')
Clean out his [?] like a pillow
Bullets hittin' him, [?]