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3tymology - b.o.m.b.s lyrics

[verse 1: the last chance:]
i don’t know why people f+ck with me
back on my sh+t wit a peace on me
hate how she say that she stuck wit me, all of her ex men so ugly
i get so high
and still feel there’s no luck wit me
all my old homies ducking me
that’s the last chance got the pump on me

[verse 2: betelgeuse]
back on my bullsh+t, i’m coming to k!ll
go ask your momma i’m mentally ill
you find me, that’s rare. imma $2 bill
tear up the streets with a bag & a drill
rampage in the city
no that’s not surprising
go find your kids
you should cover there eye lids
2nd amendment, i’m just exercising
betelgeusе running sh+t, watch my uprising

[verse 3: 3tymology]
im back on my bullsh+t
im back an im bustin
droppin the bombs
dropin im stunnin
back it up back it up
why the frontin
stackin up bills
stackin up saucin
you know we ballin
droppin yall
likе kamakazie
till im ridin the rarri with rims shiny
with a gucci stylist the throne is mine call me your f+ckin highness
[verse 4: the last chance]
i’m dropping bombs on the city
(it’s filling with lies,)
the villains within me
( i’m glimmin wit ice,)
a million could fit me
( i look at the price,)
but it should offend me
meet your demise

[verse 5: 3tymology]
why yall stallin in a city of darkness posers fallin
so ill we coughin
can’t believe your eyes we reppin solid
put you in your coffin
caution we could run your posse
dont join us then that’s your losses
drippin the flow like a kitchen faucet
maulin the tracks with no pauses

[verse 6: betelgeuse]
give me the bag it’s a stick up
this gun is incentive to speed up
i don’t want the wining
stop all the crying
every lil b+tch in a inbox a set up
i’m the chief
an the gunman and get away driver
can’t trust motherf+ckers
they all got a wire
time my arrival & aim like a sniper
turning the tables & just open fire
[verse 7: 3tymology]
spottin the fakes
yall imposters
play possum
the team psychotic
droppin deposits ,we ballin , impossible bomb droppin
(look)
f+ckin with us is illogical knockin ya down like dominos
im about to go off
back
pedalin breakin the necks in a cycle
biblical bye boo

[verse 8: betelgeuse]
i’m popping on tracks like a full clip
extending the mag cause i’m ruthless
69 on yo b+tch like your stoopid
can’t stand being round me i’m back on my bullsh+t
i’m back on that sh+t that’ll keep you from stepping
one look in my eyes & i’ll send you to heaven
that priest & the pastor be scared in my setting
the devil would fear me lil b+tch, let that set in

- 3tymology lyrics

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