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b o b - chaos lyrics

[intro]
take my keys and start it, start it, take

[verse 1]
hold on, wait a minute, how ya feel lil b-tch!
you already know i finna kill this sh-t
no go with the label, what’s the deal, lil b-tch?
playin’ with my money, i’mma kill that b-tch
i’mma kill that b-tch, i’mma euthanize it
we all at the funeral with suits and ties
i’mma get my check and the uvaluv
i mean an envelope, and yes, i will
lemme get a drop, i got the lil n-gg-s in a bag
b-tch should bag on my bad, my bad, b-tch ya bad
pirex on the tat, many pro’lem want on me
i gave my lil hoe 50 hunnid, hoe
ya know who run it, hoe
d-ck all in yo stomach, hoe
ya know you want it, hoe
uh!
d-ck all in the stomach like a hollow tip
after she give me that p-ssy, then i gotta dip
ya know these hoes is hoes is hoes
we got a lotta them
hoe, on the sh-t you cd five, not on my colla bend
i’m just chillin’ with some b-tches and they lookin’ like some twist
yes, i’m from atlanta, the west side i represent
if i hop up on that organ i can make yo -ss a?
b-tch, stop pitchin’ me ideas and go pitch yo -ss a tip
tinted windows on my web pc, that sh-t like 5%
d-mn, can’t see
get em runnin’!
runnin’ through a check, i f-cked up my hand, now a n-gg- can’t count it
the coupe set up with forgiato, rubber band
lil n-gg-, i mount it
wyle-e, i be actin’ hard, i swear to god that these n-gg-s ain’t bout it
they mad that my team winnin’, theirs isn’t so we got em all potty
i’mma tell ya why they actin’ like that, these days, errbody want an oscar
and they not my sons, and if they are, i swear to god i’mma put em in foster care
ya want tv, take ya off the air
i’mma show my -ss, n-gg-, art to be here
and ya know i will like an? clip
i won’t explain that line, need not to be clear

- b o b lyrics

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