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boofboiicy - eight ball lyrics

[intro]
(ginseng)
(where are you, ginseng?)

[verse]
little n-gg- count that bag
n-gg-s thinkin’ it’s a handout
please don’t go out sad
we will chop off your d-mn hands
choppers like afghanistan
up that b-tch and make him dance
gotta get this bag, the only plan
yeah, ain’t no other option
you never would’ve thought of this
i’m ballin’, don’t need no scholarship
stay on the f-ckin’ porch, n-gg-, you can’t handle this
all my n-gg-s outside
this sh-t 4l, we gon’ slide
play wit’ the gang, you gon’ fly
but you knew this whole time
like, who are you compared to i?
we do not see eye-to-eye
yeah, i can spy wit’ my little eye
that that little n-gg-, he’s a liar
i told that b-tch to count that bag
i already said that, remember that
i’m off the head like fitted cap
i can just tell it’s really a act
stab him three times in the back
keep your eyes open, watch your back
fold up the check, gotta get it back
i don’t really give a f-ck, i gotta tax
just mind your business, how ’bout that
yeah, be smart, but you know that
it’s three six like project pat
8ball, mjg
these clips hold .223
please don’t turn this to a scene
and that stick ain’t got no beam
i done hitted everything

- boofboiicy lyrics

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