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lirik lagu bombwatson - point proven

“feel like he walking ten miles ahead but keep steppin’ back
got some k!llers at his neck so he keepin it strapped
influence of trap music is keepin’ em trapped
in a box with a lock, k!ll em’ no bringin em’ back
d~mn, i feel like we’ve been raised to play the villains
hear a song play and half of the race praise the k!llin’ but
to be human you’re just after life so while you livin’
enjoy being alive cause ain’t no after~life
hit her good before i left i know she actin’ right
can open up for sixty shows and still won’t pass the mic
i, feel like you’re not worthy
the king in my city put bomb on bron jerseys
bacardi party i just bought another case
how the f~ck you say you ballin ? if you scoreless when we play! the game, ain’t rocking no chains, switchin’ lanes, and yes i’ve sold nickels just to stack my change
and i’m always chillin, always infinite, dividing dividends
light trees like christmas’s
n~ggas mad they wanna be us collect cash from folks ova seas
then i be up
sweet jesus, holy matrimony
acquire automatics then finesse the phonies
on ogs they mixin’ yin yang with the o.e
fo’ 0 cheap strive in the broke streets with no peace
cops specialize in brutality
that’s f~cked up when my mind tryna battle me
bomb where you been you left hip~hop waitin’
every time you drop you the hip~hop satan
f~ck a conversation if i ain’t compensated
i can’t be contemplating knowing that my time is wasting
work with the bars like i manage the booth
4th quarter clutch moment and you panic to shoot
member they use to doubt now these women wanna love me
she know its bomb freshest n~gga in a rugby
checkin thick stacks you can’t x me out
got ’em askin will i sign
they tryna press me now
prejudice preferences
if it ain’t bout the green i ain’t interested
if she ain’t tryna do the team we ain’t kickin it
truth be told, i’m a assh0l~, but f~ck it
we’re catching up to thunder when i’m packing up my luggage look
summer time in the land
n~ggas totin’ on hams
magazines smooth as peanut b~tter
his bullets won’t get jammed
battlefield, warzone
hollow tips rips the torsos
five k’s in a fo door
gotta do it in a flash like a photo
i’m with the dope man
this morphene
distribute it so we get more feens
fake rappers i foresee
i been k!llin rappers like vorhees
that’s jason the paper he chasin’ boo
in the whip and out of the vacants too
run up wrong catch a facelift dude
meth lab mixed with the bas~m~nt stu
cook crack in a notebook
play this get the hoes hooked
she can feel it in her nose, look!
she can feel the rush she say it’s explosive cause bomb finna blow up
known everywhere i go
boy i been a monsta’
never sell my soul for balenciagas
work with the bars like i manage da booth
4th quarter clutch moment and you panic to shoot
and i’m blade out da escalade triple h with da pedigree
boy this that motherf~cking recipe
i swear rap a probably be the death of me
hoes never get the best in me
just flex in me
but if i chose then she flex with me
b.o.m.b.w.a.t.s.o.n
got a fan in solon
who throwin’ racks out
whenever i go in
these b~tches wanna roll with the clique
these hoes wanna roll cause they know that we know we the sh~t
dice game fluent when i’m rollin’ my wrist
roll planet namek cloud nimbus rollin’ on it
lebron james super saiyan finesse with the lay~in
look in the mirror i speak to god without praying
know some c’s that beez in the trap
know some b’s that beef over cheese.. corned beef wrap
like uhh this n~gga be the sickest
snickers my favorite snack my pockets the thickest
my patnas’ ridiculous
go to work like its fitness
i should have my own billboard can i get a witness?
ride around this that cleveland music
this that thieveland music
ski mask start thieving to it
yo baby mother in the cut probably t~~thin to it”

- lirik lagu bombwatson

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