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lirik lagu bogmowen - kotm

[bogmowen]
when i’m stuck in traffic the black market cripple
wanted my d~ck but i’m popping a nipple
she eating your ass and you goin’ to kiss her
i float through the water not causing a ripple

how she hit me up going low
suck on on my d~ck when i finish get my toe imma
big choppa
smoke like a rasta
mix reggie with keif and we chiefing the product

make veggies from beef when i’m on it
medical patient im puffin on chronic
sh~t that i’m spittin’ make boston the tropics
i’m rollin narcotics
told her to stop less that b~tch getting topless

he wanted the smoke told him meet me at coplеy
i’m pushing the green down the line likе the trolley
(trolley chime)
said he’d rob me
he ain’t nun more to the cops than a body

the devil been talking i’m seeking the silence
the voices aren’t stopping they making me violent
locked in my room i’ve been living in solace
the knife on my waist make me pray they’ll try me
bragging bout birds so i ran in his nest
feds they been coming they’re buggin’ your tech
told him to look at me speak with his chest
cause i’ll die where i stand fore you stand on my neck

semi on me i unload it
got a good head on your shoulders i blow it
you scared of the rain you ain’t goin
i’d walk through the hail for a show
six feet of snow

you a lil stain on the pavement
pull up with the slingshot aiming
smoking all day i been faded
rollin up a blunt imma face it
get another car imma race it

pink slips daily
running from the cops they been chasing
shootin at the opps they been hating
pop another pill i can’t taste it
got one life imma waste it
think imma die as

the king of the mission the best in the business
the top of the hill but still climbing my riches
gimme the gloves you get washed like the dishes
you needing a pass to step back in my city
twisting the spliff and i’m giving her d~ck
and i’m spitting the ignorant sh~t that they feeling
no i ain’t mean it my bad man i’m tripping
i’m getting too caught up on sh~t i been hearing

[crackley]
uncharged bodegas impulsive behavior
gotta try you out like a new vape flavor
praying for the bus to come like our savior
everyday waiting for the payoff of my labor

paying 2k just to live in a closet
waiting for the b~tch to come out of the closet
smoking in my room just to lose the deposit
giving her head getting wet as a faucet

walking ’round mission hill with an open bottle
distracted thinking of her looking like a vs model
tryna picture her on her knees with a mouthful
then the green line almost hit me going full throttle

boston developing a new breed of rats
always talking sh~t so i always stay strapped
b~tches wake up pray to dunkin xanax trap
now the p~ssy tasting fresh out of market basket
i gotta get out take the train back to rhode island
the city giving me a prescription for violence
seventy dollar ounces they could smoke me silent
but i f~cking hate treehouse why’d they build that sh~t so giant

f~ck the police acting like the new world order
boston police department a personality disorder
the cig prices even making me feel border
plus the community service that i got court ordered

[outro]
(hey uh, down the road i saw a horse with a broken leg, why don’t you k!ll it, people generally k!ll a horse with a broken leg
we lay [?] round here how we generally k!ll a horse with a shotgun)

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