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wig kulture - borirock & beenofficiallord lyrics

[verse 1: borirock]
hit the plug, i’ma ’bout to fetty shop (the fetty)
ten figures get you fifty glocks (dogs)
zing crips, more like a p*ssy mop, yo nack, what we risk for guap? (on dogs)
i only f*ck with littly thots (on dogs)
my yin get a banjo for the lights (my yin)
f*ck the bando, i’m takin’ flight
got international zings (brrt)
papi play hitball in the pen (papi)
confetti [?] (on dogs)
we speak in codes, clavo in the vehicle
couple hours, b*tch, a ki’ of coke (dogs)
movin’ thousand grams with ease
zingin’ in my acg’s (you see it)
knowledge of self, one, two, three, abcs, zig zag zig
shoutout my n*gga nackie, told me to read that sh*t (nackie chan)
civilize a zinger (civilize)
zing in a foreign river, chase camp, minimize my skrilla (no)
we gettin’ art money (dogs)
we gettin’ art money (got the munieto, on dogs)
b*tch, we get the art money (coño)

[interlude: borirock & beenofficiallord]
beenofficial, what up, lord? (lord)
on dogs (lord, yo)
[verse 2: beenofficiallord]
older n*ggas tellin’ young n*ggas to keep they hoes up (brrt)
i move around with nothin’ but shooters, i got the smokers (doot*doot*doot*doot)
gamblin’ spot, fifty g’s down, on some poker
heavy*handed, my older god remanded
now he sittin’ up, no bail, heartbreak hotel
me, i never make plans, ’cause plans don’t go well
science of life, i boom heavy iron in fights
you dealin’ with creatures, put bullet holes in your feature
tryna take over the world, lord, and everything in it (everything in it)
bubble lex the same color as spinach, stand on my pivot
low just like dennis the menace, give you the bizness
keep squeezin’ ’til the clip finished, one*way ticket
i don’t know you, my whole squad bang different (grrt)
we pop bottles after missions, lord
celebrate legal, why wait? we run tri*state
i rock chains with the dinner plate, two*seater wraith
cop a shiesty like ghostface, lord, grrt

[interlude: top hooter]
yeah, uh

[verse 3: top hooter & thehiddencharacter]
pay your dues or be a plate of food (yeah)
my dudes been k!llin’ sh*t for free, now it’s somethin’ we get paid to do
he wanted problems, told ’em make his move (make it)
tried to slide through my side, ain’t make it through, but he made the news (grrt)
ain’t knew a vet shootin’, watch how the bullets traject
so i can aim for your chest and hit you in the neck
i don’t mind violence, if you do, then why try it?
if i get right, n*ggas get left, i’m not biased (everybody)
shooters gettin’ hired, i’ll be in the hyatt in my slides
talkin’ to the sliders while providin’ all the guns to them (yeah)
wishin’ that i spun with them (yeah)
they gon’ listen to me ’cause deep down they know i’m one of them (ayo, top)
[verse 4: thehiddencharacter & al.divino]
cobra clutch, son, feel the heat burst (brrt)
i got somethin’ you could hold, b*tch, these lungs (hold these lungs)
teachin’ freedom, justice, and equality, we like the righteous brother jesus
it’s just us, kick the science, you ain’t bigger than the program
stay in compliance, poker face, fold the b*tch like a bad hand (d*mn)
i’m seein’ right through you like a cat scan, hit his head with a bundle of fat grams, gat blam (oh)
ain’t a godd*mn thing you n*ggas could do to me (nope)
i swing the glocks, imported rocks, tell ’em, “hand it back”, a empty jeep (brrt)
final destination, meet your destiny (oh sh*t)
cuddy can’t feel his face, lifted off the ketamine (nope)
kibbles a b*tch, shift the sun, you know the pedigree (hold that, take that)
art money, art of war, artichoke
gas smoke (brrt), pack the toast, slap hoes
you know the width, dice roll, yo (godd*mn, yo)

[verse 5: al.divino]
pushin’ curtis yayfield
booger sugar, hard to stay still with all this motion
lil’ bad yin a looker (ay)
gucci leggings like a luxury escourt, cake for real
know we cookin’, pain pay the bills
vino did what they couldn’t (word), you just a junior, cuba gooding
took the door off the hinges since i put my foot in
split two*tone, conehead parçel hoodie (you see me, man)
hall of fame hustle, soho hotel, hefty grams, hundred and ten (ching)
count up in a benz truck, nothin’ but benjamins
juuger don, provide the vibe, i don’t adjust to trends (nah)
might treat a dime like a sly, lie through her t**th, tell her husband i’m just a friend
[?], could pull up stats, you put up numbers
just know all minds got a dollar in front of ’em, dogs (woo)
money funnel like the mob (uh*huh)
f*ck a write*up from a blog, hijackin’ advertis*m*nt like ninety five cars
define law, take time, i’ma make the youth mines, son
get money, teach babies like ty and sauce, find out, wild loft (cha)
[verse 6: estee nack]
master don, marvel vs. capcom, clack his arm, magic don juan (magic)
minister farrakhan, package gone (it’s gone)
certain violations we ain’t givin’ no pass on, marathon (runnin’)
word to beenofficial, i clap your moms (take that)
talkin’ business over wonton, bottles of clicquot (bubbles)
sh*t get deeper than the prophet osiecka, yo
we in the street with appliances like we home depot (we got it)
rollin’ discreet, tenemos loco loquito, yo, that’s private stock
and i’m sure you’re eager to stay alive, then play by the rules or get lined in chalk (toma)
cut the brick with the tomahawk, race for the money, on your mark
went to juugin’, whip, it come with the autostart (vroom)
son, puttin’ the car in park, delinquents with fouler intentions (foul)
l!ck a shot and run with idiots, shoutout the mansion (uh*huh)
gotta move intelligent, can’t live without a connection
we dealin’ with too much powder to mention

[outro]
n*ggas is gangsters and sh*t
you ready?
what’s poppin’, my n*ggas?
yo, son, what’s poppin’, homie?
f*ck this n*gga right here

- borirock beenofficiallord lyrics

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