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booter bee - lies & rumors lyrics

[intro]
rumours, rumours, rumours, rumours
it’s all that the opps dem spread
slip on the hill you’re f+cking p+ssed
stick my fat rambo in his neck
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh
rumours, rumours, rumours, rumours

[verse]
lies, lies, lies, lies
it’s all that the opps dem spread
jailhouse, man’s on the landing comfy
these days, can’t say the same ’bout levs
slip on the hill you’re f+cking p+ssed
stick my fat rambo in his neck
twist that round, grab that down
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh

[verse]
they talk ’bout bodies they did not drop
you know you didn’t mash that work
dressed in black 2 shotguns lurking
+ try run but i slapped it first
my man’s baby mum’s a jezzy
a hundred man put pipe in her
+ got hit by the mandem’s driver
did a backflip when the car went skrr
both of the [?] got got by me
one got splashed and one got burst
hop out the car that’s serious works
i’ll press on triggers or shanks in shirts
fartown block, that’s a scary set
slip, get left on the side of the curb
i pulled up by the side of +
he’s so lucky the mash didn’t work
i chopped up +, chopped up +
now i’m thinking who got chopped up worse
+ keeps catting to shoot up the 5
i ain’t wasting sweets on f+cking nerds
free a taps, that’s bro from time
done slapped off waps on the paigon turf
free ld, free emma
my ot ones, that’s riding birds
free up the guys in the cage
tsc’s got so much chat
but who have you got on your rambo blade?
we saw + on a glide
bro put that little dot+dot to her face
i would’ve shot that b+tch in her head
same way i slapped + on the mains
[chorus]
rumours, rumours, rumours, rumours
it’s all that the opps dem spread
jailhouse, man’s on the landing comfy
these days, can’t say the same ’bout levs
slip on the hill you’re f+cking p+ssed
stick my fat rambo in his neck
twist that round, grab that down
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh
rumours, rumours, rumours, rumours
it’s all that the opps dem spread
jailhouse, man’s on the landing comfy
these days, can’t say the same ’bout levs
slip on the hill you’re f+cking p+ssed
stick my fat rambo in his neck
twist that round, grab that down
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh

[verse]
rumours are that i splashed up +
you might be right, you might be wrong
i don’t care what your older’s on
safety off, everyone’s getting one
[?] day bootings i do it for fun
then wait at home, ’til my yard gets spun
stop the [?], with the .38 [?]
then slide to the 2’s [?]
i try kick that door off the latch
smoke in my hand, tryna run up the stairs
plus one of them i hit, try blow off his wig
but it skimmed his hair
[?] to the f
+ got left in intensive care
get a drop, i’ll def go there
really tryna rip through skin
+ got shot in the barbers, he thinks of me while getting a trim
this 4 door’s filled to the brim
gang in the back, tryna take off limbs
+ don’t take no trips
the only thing they takes is lines of sniff
[chorus]
lies, lies, lies, lies
it’s all that the opps dem spread
jailhouse, man’s on the landing comfy
these days, can’t say the same ’bout levs
slip on the hill you’re f+cking p+ssed
stick my fat rambo in his neck
twist that round, grab that down
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh

[outro]
will tear out flesh
the t++th in the ramz will tear out flesh

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