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yo bitch look like rick ross - bogmowen lyrics

yo b*tch look like rick ross
hear it when i bark i’m a big dog
call it filler when her lip popped
call up tilly for the big pot
run a milli cause my sh*t hot
like

man all my food been spicy
ever since virginia all these hoes been tryna bite me
ever since my single dropped them doors been open widely
ever since i made a half a chauffeur need to drive me
like

i made too many enemies with snakes i’m moving wisely
cause i’m aiming for the top and i ain’t saying that sh*t lightly
give a f*ck about politeness
but i’m keeping that sh*t cordial i ain’t into all the violence

i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him like
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him like

i won’t k!ll him but the shooter might
opening up citizen i’ll see what he gone do tonight
in the hospital the doc said he gone lose the fight
commit a little sh*t i make him brittle fore the poodle bite

go on tour cause my rent due
he said he gonna k!ll me told him pull up fore my b*tch do
drinking potion like a witch brew
i was in the fire stoking til that b*tch grew

need the green on my jersey and my paper f*ck the lakers
i’m the biggest plug i could make her flip a breaker
she don’t wanna f*ck sh*t i ain’t the type to make her
sit in silence til i let you talk this sh*t a prayer

pray to god when you see me sh*t i’ll send you up to meet him
pull up with the team with bats and gloves they call me derek jeter
in the ocean where i leave him
but i’m keeping that sh*t cordial i ain’t into all that beefing like
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him like

i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him
i won’t k!ll him like

(crackley)
my b*tch look like kate moss
y’all tryna get rich off tik tok
heard my ex tryna find some new d*ck
so i pulled up with the big glock
she calling saying this gotta stop
week later she begging for some top
her new man mad now
cause i got him c*ck blocked
too full of yourself
like icarus on meth
sza got me inspired
so i called up owen
brought a knife and the strap
instead we curb stomped the hoe
i’d take that b*tches wallet
but that b*tch is f*cking broke

saying that i’m acting out of jealousy
really i’m just acting out of hennessy
maybe i’ll try this cordiality but first
you f*ck heads gotta stop testing me

i feel unmedicated
i’m on antipsychotics
when u b*tches f*cking crazy?
how bout you shut up
you boutta get buried
was gonna smoke a blunt
now i need a perc thirty
imma k!ll em

- bogmowen lyrics

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