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booter bee - half 9 lyrics

[chorus: booter bee & wewantwraiths]
he got slapped with my stick so that point’s half mine
we got the drop by eight, he got shot half nine
everybody’s getting shot if i rise my arm up
you don’t want my savages to go bananas
you know my name rings bells, i been g from the start
y man’s in the range, got the glee in the car
head shots from up close, i’m not squeezing from far
he got shot on his door while he was leaving his yard
why you gotta be a pagan?
can’t you understand we money making?
it could be us but you don’t like me getting famous
i know you happy when i make another payment
cause all these shop receipts wеre for your trainers
get you thе latest, getting tired of these favours
cause you only like to shop inside bottega
saint laurent like you christina aguilera

[verse 1: booter bee]
i’m seeing stars in the wraith while they hating on me
everyone i beef’s babies to me
glizzy cost six but the dotty came in for cheap
get a drop, rise the mop, make it rain with them sweets
said she wants a gunman to hold her tight
sorry bae, the only thing that you’re holding is pipe
i got beef so it’s only right
we step to clubs five deep, i got the pole inside
why’s everybody rapping like they’re on tryna shoot me?
i really shoot, i ain’t doing drills out the booth
second pagan i slapped got peppered in the back
you never touched bro, p+ssio, you left him with a scratch
[verse 2: wewantwraiths]
you’re so cold, you made my heart beat baraf
ran up half a m, it only took one sanad
my brodie got my six, he keep a qori on his garab
yeah we riding round on horses, this a rari, not a farras
wa ka shalaynaysa
we got poles and we drink lean like it’s maraykanka
only tt in this b+tch, we don’t do fentanyl
backseat booters, baby luger’s make a scene
mmm mmm ‘low me
everybody getting paid round me
gl17’s in gla’s round me
got a couple spinners and a k round me
£20k, i’ll spend it in a day

[chorus: booter bee & wewantwraiths]
he got slapped with my stick so that point’s half mine
we got the drop by eight, he got shot half nine
everybody’s getting shot if i rise my arm up
you don’t want my savages to go bananas
you know my name rings bells, i been g from the start
y man’s in the range, got the glee in the car
head shots from up close, i’m not squeezing from far
he got shot on his door while he was leaving his yard
why you gotta be a pagan?
can’t you understand we money making?
it could be us but you don’t like me getting famous
i know you happy when i make another payment
cause all these shop receipts were for your trainers
get you the latest, getting tired of these favours
cause you only like to shop inside bottega
saint laurent like you christina aguilera

- booter bee lyrics

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