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boulevard mitch - kin lyrics

[intro]
huh, huh
gut that wood right there
huh, huh
split that wood right there
d+mn, huh
i’m finna blow this sh+t up for real

[intro]
ugly ahh hoe wit a pinky b+tt
wanna be seen she a pick me sl+t
i seen guns then i picked em up
i seen lean then i sipped it up
28 grams ima zip it up
bl!ck to his lips make him zip it up
hoe in the van like a bang bus, slimes in the van it’s a fang bus
call the morgue cause we aim guns
high as h+ll i ain’t land once
leaning good i can’t stand up
this ain’t school lift ya hands up
empty yo pockets don’t say none
7+6+2s shoot a+1
don’t got cash betta make some
miami hoe got fake br++sts
i ain’t say that that’s a fake text
she don’t even f+ck with the latеx, i barely know you so it’s safe s+x
za hit my facе like a train wreck
wit my dogs we some laced pets
i’m high as h+ll on the 8th jet
on his block make it rain yet
huh, d+mn
i told you it be horror round dis bih
it get dark in here mothaf+cka for real
huh

[verse]
beating the block down first degree
i love my glock cause it’s hurting things
wit a foreign ahh hoe in a foreign whip
just keep going i’m recording b+tch
nut came out her nose she snorkeling
ain’t no such thing as a friend, everything gotta come to an end
that’s why you gotta get them dividends
i hate yo godd+mn stupid friends, but my b+tch don’t goddam get it d+mn
i came with glocks green eggs and ham
glock turn a boy to a goddam man
i up my bl!ck and he goddam ran
sh+lls leave him dead in the sand
we in the field we bl!ck his camp
we bl!cked him down, his hoodie damp
f+ck you n+gga i won’t shake yo hand
i bring cards to my haitian friends
up on yo block servin’ to yo kin, d+mn

- boulevard mitch lyrics

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