lirik lagu neako - boo!
[intro]
salute [?], let’s try this sh-t out
[hook]
rollin’ by my solo, never see me wit’ my [?]
lvl my polo, wit’ my own brand, f-ckin’ promo
this world is so cruel, i tell you fools to change this drama
got some young as partners sellin’ dope right to they mama
[verse 1]
came back, thought i left my flow
i didn’t, y’all just copy though
free flows, i give ‘em out like free throws
wake up layin’ next to 3 freak ho’s
my jeans too skinny for those racks, i keep that plastic
smokin’ jesus, never p-ss it
don’t move quick, blanco gon’ blast it
b-tch wit’ me and she on acid, pastel colours in my necklace
cross these ho’s right off my checklist, rock her, hit her, then i vanish
chandeliers inside my patek, all dead rappers in my attic
scratchin’ frantic, prayin’ i don’t let ‘em have it
but i’m surely gon’ be
cap ‘em, n-gga’s cappin’, more than rappin’, 2pac also said this happened, legends in their grave just laughin’
switch up colours, michael jackson, clashin’, different fashions
matchin’ leather, tints on michael blackson, don’t start askin’
i don’t tattle, rattle snakes inside your cattle
saddle, my b-tch ride like p-ssenger seats
i don’t think we’ll meet
shrimp and lobster, [?], oblique how my words complete
lurk and creep, roll somethin’ neat, mostly oldies on my feet
homie, i’m most these kids og, ghost face k!lla, this sh-t a breeze
[?] she give me sneeze, that’s head, rojo mojo, he bang red
ya b-tch she fly, i made her spread
you think you f-ckin’ wit’ me? that’s dead
sacred words across my head, my flow, my glow, is not the same
ya ho, my ho, that’s still the same, i go insane, mix more propane
brazilian b-tch she sniff cocaine, her nose bled right before she came
d-ck inside her, it scarred my brain, after that she was on a plane
i don’t know what to tell you
it was a crazy experience
[hook]
rollin’ by my solo, never see me wit’ my [?]
lvl my polo, wit’ my own brand, f-ckin’ promo
this world is so cruel, i tell you fools to change this drama
got some young as partners sellin’ dope right to they mama
[verse 2]
lvl my clothin’, rarely dress in n-gga’s sh-t
my b-tch she wear that sh-t, alexander w-ng, my b-tch she made me sick
i give her d-ck, she made me grits
i make her p-ssed because i dipped, don’t slip
too many rappers rippin’, plus i been did all that sh-t
no clique, just guys i’m tied in wit’
them n-gga’s try, h-ll sure start flyin’
light that truck on fire, my guys might fly higher
we all gentlemen, we simple men
still like ho’s in them timberlands, lvl flows wit’ vigilance
no [?] sh-t, gotta guard ya soul for membership
we been legit, lvl world, no endin’ this
rap game like the crack game, if you make ya name they want you slain
they want ya brain, fools around ya head don’t know which way they came
even though it rains, it don’t wash away all the blood stains, i feel the pain
that’s why i mind my business
cemeteries filled wit’ n-gga’s, who didn’t mind they business
only god my witness, got my b-tches all in fitness, flows are like olympics
vivid, photogenic, most intensive, only rollin’ prisms
[outro]
no rappers in my vision (why?)
the apparition (yeah)
i think that’s what about does it
you know what happens when me and snoop get together
yeah
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