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bombae - keefe lyrics

gettin mula, money.. this sh-t is kinda funny
woman tryna run me, pockets be lookin hungry…
thick & fluffy, fat b-tches they chubby
eat the greeen like i’m lucky, talented never sucky
better busty, never f-ck wita crusty..
clean chickens they pluck me
sh-t is real homie, & local n-ggas is rusty
decompose the flows, my sh-t battering dusty
trust me, my wit is ugly

toms rockin, chickens be c-ck flockin
fake n-ggas, be jockin
d-ck ridin & hoppin
tell’em snitchin ta stop it
f-ck a thoughts you are rottin
gold dig-gin b-tches, keep’a trick outta pocket
snappy, dapper impudent
teachin cats who r foolish
breedin cl-ss like a student
& i’m.. speedin fast like i zooted
never back ta be booted
and i’m flashy, secluded
paradox, you’s a fool &

my mind sight ima set it, blind date
you like a primate, in the jungle i mate
that mean you p-ssy, better yet some timed weight
runnin minutes p-ss mine, windin find fate
the world is mine, & everything in it
live it, cause sh-t is different
i’mma just keep it spinnin
hoes sinnin, never do catchin feelins
stick my pen in her livin, fill’er up like a fillin
i let’er kno, my c-ck hates sweaters
so she jerk it slow. it overflow
make’r twerk it tho
never loosen bowls
but i make the kitten flow
makin money daily, yeah i’m tryna stack the dough

end the goodtimes, my mind bent cookin up some good rhymes
tryna cross perfection like a thin line
scope the bullsh-t like i confine the red signs
bombay doe, putchu hoes out, bedtime….

- keefe lyrics

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