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lirik lagu mbk boogz - rolling

[intro]
(dj g got a hit)
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n~ggas)

[verse 1: mbk boogz]
brodie tryna drill somethin’, tell that n~gga chill or somethin’
we gettin’ to this pape’, yeah, we got a mil’ comin’
yeah, these n~ggas phony, why they call me brodie?
i was ridin’ with my brother, yeah, we hit ’em, that’s a trophy
when you stayin’ in your lane, you see a bigger bag
and i ain’t beefin’ with no lame that never seen no cash
and i was down on my ass and now i’m rentin’ jags
and we could pop up on an opp just to blitz his ass
and when you runnin’ up that pape’, you can’t trust a n~gga
how you turn into an opp? man, you ate lunch with a n~gga
thought you would k!ll for a n~gga, but you ain’t pull your trigger
so i got active with my glock and then i popped a jigga
d~mn, my heart turned cold, did you have to fold?
i put my eyеs on that road, my heart in them stores
tryna f~ck up a storе, bring back a load
you tryna f~ck with these hoes and give ’em your pros
i just bust on a ho, she know how it go
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
n~gga, i sell weed, leave the store to bro
we got glock 23s, better slow your roll
you think she loyal, but she not, better trust me, bro
’cause she was on my d~ck, all i did was drop a ‘fit
then my sh~t was on her lips, drop my kids off on her tits
yeah, i know that sh~t illegal, but i still ride with stick
should’ve joined the f~ckin’ beatles, i got drums and some sticks
b~tch asked for some pape’, somebody slipped her ass a mick
oh, that’s baby e and boogz? bro, we gotta get a pick

[verse 3: mbk boogz]
i called e, i told him let’s match the bank
he got the spot slappin’ so hard, you’d think it’s house of dank
when i walk in the crib, i see him countin’ pape’
we some hustlin’~ass n~ggas tryna flood the safe
boohbopdiddy, i be gettin’ busy
catch an opp in the alley, do him like he ricky
you a ho about this sh~t, i’m steppin’ with my fifty
we shut the opps down, slappin’ fives, yeah, we gettin’ litty
you n~ggas mad y’all gotta catch up
bet i’m steppin’ on necks, ain’t no lettin’ up
i lost my brother to a b~tch, yeah, she set him up
why this n~gga tryna flex in a standard plus?
he got his bag took and he fumbled up
he slid back down the street, we wet the car up
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
it’s the forties on your side, lift the bar up
shootin’ 40s at your car, leave your car stuck
man, that sh~t don’t look like zaz, yeah, that’s our stuff
it’s a line at the shop, our sh~t like starbucks
d~mn, i got her starstruck
man, y’all n~ggas ain’t f~ckin’ with me
why you tryna run, knowin’ you can’t duck a fifty?
wonderin’ why your sh~t jam? it’s a f~ckin’ smitty
spray your glock like it’s pam, tear his f~ckin’ kidneys
really littest in the city

[verse 5: mbk boogz]
we the littest in the city
and, yeah, we playin’ with them glizzies
boohbopdiddy
leave his face lookin’ sh~tty
tell her throw that ass back for a real n~gga
if i run into a real plug, i’m tryna build with him
if they f~ck you over broad day, i’ll k!ll with you
i know i f~cked your head up, i’ma pop a seal with you
when that drink hit my kidney, my body move slow
f~cked a bougie b~tch, i just made her drive the boat
tryna hit another friend, playin’ eenie~miney~mo
i just got lucky, now i’m playin’ with her throat
[verse 6: babyfxce e]
d~mn, we on the road again
boogz bust a b~tch down, but i hoed her friend
if you can’t sell a pound, i won’t recommend
makin’ so much money, can’t even comprehend
n~gga, what is over~spend?
you really wanna be my friend?
sh~t so deep, gotta jump you in
and if you try to steal, we’ll snap your hands
and that sh~t over, you say bye to fam
that’s really where you wanna end?

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