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lirik lagu str8 boomin’ (pick’em up) – king alijandro

i’m in cackalacky puffin’ on the finest gas
winston*salem, where i’m from b*tch don’t forget the dash
i done stacked it all up, it’s time to spend this cash

throw it up and hit the ceiling cause i’m gon make it back
bussit down on a playa make me feel the wave
way you orbit on that pole, got me in outer sp*ce
they way my line stay lit up, (lit) it’s like some power cables
i pray to god for peace of mind and no more sour days
i called up brody, i need a bag, like how that sour taste
now a days i keep a strap cause y’all don’t know how to act
twelve been k!llin’ all y’all brothers and we ain’t bussin’ back
i keep a shotty on me, one in the front and one in the back
it’s hot as h*ll out here partner, bet not get too close
i’ve been sh*ll, can’t trust a stranger, just the holy ghost
they say lil’ wardie started bussin’ for f*ckin’ wit his b*tch
it’s funny cause he facin’ time around a bunch of d*cks
now ain’t that some sh*t
this story’s sewer rich
i am not new to this
you other rappers tore it up
see, i’m the glue to this
you’re like a paper that was written
with no eraser, full of mistakes, i’m
full of my self
i keep a glock c*cked full on the shelf
y’all gotta pray for my lil’ cousin ray, he only twelve and want a tool
and i cant even blame him
cause all you see up on the news is hate and lots of dangers, uh

we saw him dying in the streets just now
got his mama hollin’ out, lord why me, not now
and the k!ller who done shot him runnin’ free right now
ain’t no justice, til’ we get it, ain’t no peace right now
hollin
pick’em up
f*ck’em, let’em lay
where i’m from we see a f*ckin’ dead body every day
where i’m from we see a f*ckin’ dead body every day
where i’m from we see a
uh

stop k!llin’ each other
you’re playing yourself
he listened to drake
and hired some help
i used to be down, uh
thought i had friends, uh
look at me now, uh
now, i got ends uh
they hop on my line uh
i’m hangin’ it up
they watch from the bleachers
i’m makin’ these plays, i’m hot as heater
i wanna keep her
d*mn she look good and i wanna meet her
shakin’ it up and bendin’ it over she pop like a soda
speakin’ of poppin’
i got some ace and i want some henny
i want a whip and, i want a wraith, how i’ma get it
hit me a l!ck and, juug the city but what about wifey
i ain’t gon tell’er
just flood her wit ice, my conscience against me
lord i need cleansin’
send me your grace, i’m kinda tempted
send me your grace, i’m
tryna get rich and run up some digits

- king alijandro

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