| Back on my bullshit
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| Back to back on my bullshit
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| Matter fact, that was bullshit
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| I’m goin' back to back to back on my bullshit
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| Do it one time, they gon' think it’s luck
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| Gotta hit 'em with the repeat
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| Do it two times, they gon' still doubt
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| Aye, now I got a three-peat
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| Gotta flood the streets till they knee deep
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| Gotta stay woke, can’t be asleep
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| All this fly shit don’t be cheap
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| All these bad bitches that we keep 'round
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| Pockets gotta be deep now
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| Never lose again, live in me, deep down
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| Gotta keep winning, it’s a clean sweep now
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| Tell her back it up, you hear three beeps now
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| Big truckload, bitch
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| Call me Greek Freak, big bucks lil' bitch
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| Paid in full, Lil' Ace, Lil Mitch
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| You a R.I.C.O., lower case, you a snitch
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| Not from Chicago but too shy to speak
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| Ask where’s Waldo, I’m too hide and seek
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| Move like cargo, I do fly every week
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| Princes in Lagos, Dubai with sheiks
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| Everywhere I go, new vibes to freak
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| Told her I’m Drago, you Apollo Creed
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| Far as hot cars go, you guys to me
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| I’m Murcielago and you dry your feet, nigga
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| I’m that ball in the hood
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| New Lamb truck got the ball in the hood
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| Black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood
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| Twenty threes on it, got the ball sittin' good
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| This game 6, this can’t miss
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| Shootin' my shot, wrist hang, swish
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| Ice my shit like I just sprained this
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| Millie, plain Jane and that bitch stainless
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| Look, money talk, shorty talkin' this language
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| Buy her a car, she gon' switch lanes quick
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| I got shut up money, I don’t explain shit
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| Do you wanna boss up or just change shifts?
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| Pretty little joint and she gets things lit
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| Baby got a crew on some Rich Gang shit
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| PNB and Meek muzzled the same bitch
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| If you look in her eyes, man, that shit’s dangerous, on God
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| On the gang, on bros
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| No bullshit, you the one, D. Rose
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| Pass me Pippen, the long nose
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| Then it’s game over, the horn blows
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| This the last shot
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| You tryna be on the team or the mascot?
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| Wanna be the First Lady or the last thot?
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| I’m paying Dwayne Wade but I flash knots, whoa
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| I thought you coulda been Jordan
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| Found out that you wasn’t even Ben Gordon
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| Next one get flew out, I’m keepin' 'em boardin'
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| Like Toni Kukoč, I’m foreign importin', yeah
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| I cannot bullshit on none of y’all
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| I got a bullseye on some of y’all
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| I feel like Michael in '95
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| Back on my bullshit this summer, y’all |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.O.M.B.S., artist - Fabolous. Album song Summertime Shootout 3: Coldest Summer Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп