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boofpaxkmooky - torch lyrics

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[chorus: boofpaxkmooky]
woah, yeah
i love them demons you know it
i pull out the choppa’, i aim it and blow
somebody pick him up off the mof+ckin’ floor
i do got that pack if you wanna’ explore
[?] like i sit out on the porch
i run for that check but i bet you won’t score
this money on go, pockets they look swole
you never see my hoe, i know cause’ she foreign
i beat out her back and i hop in the porsche
number(n)ine on my feet cause’ i’m bored
you can die on the block cause’ it’s war
demon on me, i don’t know what’s the source
i cut a n+gga off like i got me a sword
aye, i make the block hot like a torch

[verse 1: boofpaxkmooky]
uh, yeah
make the block hot like a torch
i run with that sack and i went to the floor
i’m through with yo’ b+tch cause’ that hoe got me bored
follow me hoe, i can lead you to more
push out the phantom, i hop out the horse
you cannot f+ck with me, you’re a dork
i spend a lil’ money, go get me some more
you walk in the trap but don’t close that door
you pick a side, either or
i know what you did boy, it wasn’t important
we somewhere you can’t go
i’m rollin’ this wood when i’m smokin’ this dope
i ran outta’ woods had to go to the store
everyday gotta’ stick up my cup
i wear my own water like n+gga was boat
[chorus: boofpaxkmooky]
uh, uh, uh
yeah
i love them demons you know it
i pull out the choppa’, i aim it and blow
somebody pick him up off the mof+ckin’ floor
i do got that pack if you wanna’ explore
[?] like i sit out on the porch
i run for that check but i bet you won’t score
this money on go, pockets they look swole
you never see my hoe, i know cause’ she foreign
i beat out her back and i hop in the porsche
number(n)ine on my feet cause’ i’m bored
you can die on the block cause’ it’s war
demon on me, i don’t know what’s the source
i cut a n+gga off like i got me a sword
aye, i make the block hot like a torch

[verse 2: 1600j]
mmm
hit your b+tch from the back she gon’ leave here sore
we slide in that sprinter, you goin’ on tour
i run to that bag, i might kick in your door
i walk in my crib and see racks on the floor
.40 on me, i don’t know what you thought
bags on me and they christian dior
you tweakin’ real hard, we gon’ pull up and blow it
glock on me and i don’t needa’ show it
number(n)ine, you can’t really afford it
i’m servin’ that wheaty your b+tch wanna’ snort it
i really was ballin’ just like college sports
[chorus: boofpaxkmooky]
uh, yeah
i love them demons you know it
i pull out the choppa’, i aim it and blow
somebody pick him up off the mof+ckin’ floor
i do got that pack if you wanna’ explore
[?] like i sit out on the porch
i run for that check but i bet you won’t score
this money on go, pockets they look swole
you never see my hoe, i know cause’ she foreign
i beat out her back and i hop in the porsche
number(n)ine on my feet cause’ i’m bored
you can die on the block cause’ it’s war
demon on me, i don’t know what’s the source
i cut a n+gga off like i got me a sword
aye, i make the block hot like a torch

[outro: boofpaxkmooky]
what
yeah
what



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