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bozo - ready lyrics

[verse 1]
preserve my gangsta
ain’t give a f+ck about the enemies
there ain’t a man breathing right now
that can threaten me
i’m sitting in my seat real low
smoking the remedy
they angered about my energy
they mad they couldn’t hang with me
b+tch i’m trying to get that doe
to feed my family
with shoebox money now it’s looking more like realty
i know that baby feeling me
but baby would you k!ll for me?
esta costa nuestra, don’t believe in any sympathy
i’m squeezing on the semi, til that mothaf+cka empty
i pull up to that boy real slow, he know who sent me
pay me what you b+tches owe, this ain’t no charity
homie this the city where they turn you into a loss
homie this the city where the pretty b+tches ball
where the enemigos fall and we ball through it all
it’s a drop top beamer and i’m smoking out the jar
and my b+tch got the ass of a mothaf+cking star

[chorus]
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all
[verse 2]
i keep the same homies, that i walk with on the yard
it’s the same mothaf+ckas that was jumping out the car
it’s a new pick thang, and i’ll bang it til i fall
this gold made in italy, like mobsters at the bar
you better have the answer, when they hit you with that call
you is hard on the internet, in person you is soft
went swimming with the sharks, we smell blood from afar
we stealing stolen cars while putting gloves on our palms
i was crying out to god, lord forgive for my flaws
i’m resentful and i’m hateful, you can blame it on my bond
if they f+ck with one of mine
they gotta see us all
there’s no alarm at the crib, it’s 3 pits on my lawn
we don’t pay for no security
the homies wanna war
if they really want peace
we can send em to allah
we gon have his mom crying with his body on the yard
on the field with my team, like we won the super bowl

[chorus]
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all
i’m in a all black car (skkrrr)
i got a black ar (brrrtttt)
smoking out the jar
and i’m ready for it all

- bozo lyrics

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