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bo$barr - off my chest lyrics

[verse 1: ochodajuggman]
uh, i got some sh+t i wanna get off my chest
call me drake, b+tch, i’m upset
you tryna argue, i went neck
i’m shootin’ sh+t, but i’m not at the rec’
nut on her face, guess i’m comin’ correct
jugg man, i got plugs and connect
n+ggas f+ggies, just wanna look sweet for the net
stoppin’ your car like a n+gga in traffic
takin’ him down, if i want it i bag it
for the gram, n+ggas be cappin’ for captions
not an audition, so why is you actin’?
b+tch, when you into it, like we doin’ taxes
slide in that car like i f+cked up my traction
hit folks, wanna shoot, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout dancin’
you trappin’ for what, boy, you live in a mansion
white up her nose like a test for corona
we very slimy, compare us to oprah
i know that he goofy, tryna fake his persona
gon’ die tryna box like he rocky balboa
you could get flushed just like noah’s ark
i cut n+ggas off, they was d+ck+riding opps
hit from the back, b+tch can’t keep her arch
stop all the cap, you ain’t spendin’ no blocks
step in my shoes, you can’t walk a mile
cl!ck p+u+a, hit me if you ain’t file
man gon’ die in the hood like cow
told her bend over, she tryna hit a bow
shots to his face, tryna send him to h+ll
yo man, he a b+tch, he got whooped up the jail
i can tell that’s sonic bruh run faster than tails
got hit with that sh+t and he ran by the sh+ll
[verse 2: fatzelchapo]
this sh+t is real life, this sh+t ain’t an image
i be with some steppas that knock off your fitted
pour up a four, a young n+gga lifted
i’m k!llin’ these beats ‘cause a young n+gga gifted
i’m chasin’ the money, a n+gga addicted
n+ggas only pop sh+t in they mentions
these n+ggas hot, he told, tippin’
turn n+ggas to ashes when we go spinnin’
30 shots when i see a vick
like his chips, make him dip
like mutombo, we makin’ flips
never stop, b+tch, we takin’ trips
need the blues like i’m nip
glock 21 came with a grip
titanic, hope we sink your ship
he dissed and now he in a ditch
he sent one, we had to pop him
red light gang, b+tch, we had to stop him
and like karate, we ‘bout to chop him
bad pass, the glock gon’ drop him
switch on, but we ‘bout to off him
that b+tch say she like how i’m saucin’
jamstar sh+t, b+tch, we really mobbin’
i smell p+ssy, bro, we ’bout to dog em
[verse 3: bo$$barr]
bout to jam like sh+t in your town
heard the opps fishin’, but i don’t see ‘em around
he said that i ran, how the f+ck do that sound?
i go through they way, n+ggas get the f+ck down
you can come shop, but you can’t get a sample
it wasn’t his birthday, we blew out his candles
tryin’ to look sweet on me, then i’ma set an example
all opps get deleted, they canceled
squash what? boy, you know it’s too deep
you ain’t up in the score, n+ggas’ b+tches gettin’ beat
think i don’t get active, you n+ggas be sleep
head tap when i creep, i be lookin’ too sweet
location changed, so the package rerouted
say they all cl!ckin’, but i really doubt it
n+ggas out here shootin’ shots that they not even countin’
whole clip empty, what you gon’ do ‘bout it?
stick up who? not me
must be them b+tch+ass n+ggas you was baggin’ in hp
stand on my own, can’t no n+gga save me
sh+t on my vics, make them n+ggas hate me
lil’ boy, stop postin’ props
well on the internet, should call your ass capalot
n+ggas pick and choose who they want beef with
but not i, anybody could be a opp

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