boofgods – shortage lyrics
[verse i sloppy medusa]
cop a feel , green field, walkin’ on a soccer ball, kickin buckets waterfall, p-ssy boys wont make me fall, you run it up, tryna be all good with us, boy we runnin with the boof, cookin dope we burnin blunts inside the booth, im through with that, if you real prove me that, claimin’ that im telling lies but if you knew me then you’d know, that im a real mof-cka medusa bring out the cougar inside you i call up krueger for nightmares b-tch now you really stuck
[verse ii lil terror]
terror runnin’ with the devil always smokin’ on some pipes and sh-t, creepin through the night unleash my blade and let it hit yo chin, same d-mn sh-t leavin traces off the triple six, run it up boy run it up i promise you dont want these hits, aint here to make friends but im bouta make some enemies yuh, question it like who is who, what you gotta prove yuh, keepin’ my emotions silent cause i still got nothin to gain end it with a blast to my brain yah
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