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1 bkitch - day3, asm bopster & juneboy3 lyrics

[intro: asm bopster]
aye, that’s on three*o, that’s on the gang
asm murda gang, yeah, you know we bleed stains, slobs [?] on deezy
i got this one b*tch, then i got this other b*tch, then this other b*tch
they not my b*tch, but, thats my b*tch on the low
[verse 1: asm bopster]
aye, i got this one b*tch from schoolyard, she h*lla school
i got this one b*tch from eastcoast, she love to shoot
i got this one b*tch from ten*o, she love to suck d*ck
got this one b*tch from nine*o, h*ll nah she dont spit
got this one b*tch from forty, screaming spoetyyoety
she like tiny bop where you at, i’m tryna throat you
got this one b*tch from fourpack, she moving like that
yeah, this one b*tch from six*o, won’t get off my back
got this one b*tch off the еast, she want me to go deep
got this one b*tch off thе west, man her head she the best
slob*b*tch so sprung, she said she feel me in her chest
make a slob*n*gga run, i’ll put the bullet in his back
how you n*ggas say you gon k!ll me, you ain’t did nun’
n*ggas sayin’ “i got bodies”, boy you big frontin’
how the f*ck you say you big homie, you ain’t shot sh*t
i’m tryna put a slob down with this stock clip
[verse 2: day3]
i got this one b*tch from rollin’, she really roller coastin
we chillin’ on the east she pull up on us, then we blowin’
i got this one b*tch from ug, she really on her feet
i’m callin her for chip, i tell that b*tch to bleed the feet
why all these n*ggas talkin’ hot, like we won’t pop sh*t
we pull up on they block just to motherf*cking mob sh*t
im tryna lay a n*gga down, just for hot sh*t
and any n*gga run up on the gang, get him drop kicked
[verse 3: juneboy3]
been trappin’ all your life, still got no money, what you hustlin’ for
just met this bad b*tch, she a freak made her tocuh her toes
these f&ns hitting, really sn*tchin’ souls
she dropped my cup of sprite in the street, i’m bout to pour some more
this b*tch steady hitting my phone, say she want some more
d*mn, but i’m just guessing
caught ’em in the store, some blues, sent him to heaven
this double c, he didn’t know that, so we had to stretch him
n*gga, we just getting rich
don’t bring your b*tch around the gang, she might get hit
sliding in traffic, real cold, totin’ big sticks
don’t walk around thinking you cool, you gon get flipped
[verse 4: asm bopster]
don’t walk around thinking you cool, you gon get stripped
we lookin’ for your chain and your watch, yeah that’s a big l!ck
she think that she dancing on the glock, nah this a big d*ck
big bl!ck, see a n*gga lacking, imma spill sh*t
ayee, now we droppin’ the fives
i had to give up my chain, ‘cus i ain’t dropping no dimes
i had to hit ’em close range, had ’em right in the eye
n*ggas poppin’ bout the gang but you know they gon slide
see, i’m the king of the jungle, all gorillas gon die
you n*ggas lying in the songs, no y’all ain’t gon’ go slide
asm the murda gang, gon slide like the spies
know the drill bout these rap n*ggas, n*gga all them some lies
aye, you a b*tch in disguiese
you n*ggas coming out the jungle, all you n*ggas gon die
b*tch i’m the king of this jungle, all gorillas gon die
[outro: asm bopster]
aye, all my n*ggas [?]
we really slide on your block, tryna air some’ out
tryna slide on your block, tryna hit his house
i’m tryna slide on your block, knock your face off
catch a n*gga lacking with his b*tch, knock her lace off
n*gga on three*o

- day3 asm bopster juneboy3 lyrics

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