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doov – b.o.m.b lyrics

i’m sweeter in person
on beats, i’m abusive
i meet her in person
her knees got some bruises
don’t like to speak, you could see how i’m moving
beef with the team, i could teach you bout losing
i skrrt off the scene with the girl you came thru with
oh, that was your b-tch, i swear sh-t gets confusing
hopped in the whip, i don’t know where the roof is
i’m chasing my dreams, you just live an illusion
stupid
bag talk baby, i’m fluent
sticking and poking but i’m not tattooing
my boy keep a stick like he play for the bruins
but really we devils like p.k. subban

b-tch, we from
jersey, get wapped for the fetty
i don’t count on no one
i count every penny
they g-ssin
they say that it’s gonna be a telly
you pull up, it’s 10 guys, a bottle of henny
pause
i bring the b-tches
and b-tch in these rappers out
i’m from the burbs, go head, tell me i’m capping
now sh-t could get boring as h-ll, for real
i might just rob him for something to rap about

i need a baddie, no goodie goodie
hit from the back
i ain’t take off my hoodie
i’m smoking og
i ain’t no rookie
please don’t “lil bro” me
i’m still giving noogies
y’all must’ve not heard me
or misunderstood me
if i say i’m with it
then i’m with it fully
hopped in my bag
i’m right where i should be
back on my bullsh-t
i’m back on my bully
b.o.m.b

i bring the gang to the show
and i turn up on stage with the team
i have seen so many hoes
get drugs for the free
they don’t realize they turning to fiends
girl, we not f-cking, so keep on your jeans
pull up in public and made it a scene
n0body sub in to play for my team
n0body talking or saying a thing

only take stands if you stand up and die for me
girl, use your hands and don’t stand when you slobber me
they got my mans over stabbings and robberies
i made my plans with no plans for apologies
flex on the gram with your bands, that sh-t’s odd me
say free your mans, but that’s not where your dollars be
you sell a gram and start thinking you chapo
your life a movie, that sh-t is a comedy
who the f-ck stopping me
they would if they could
but they know that they couldn’t
finger on trigger
i might have to pull it
back on my bully
i’m back on my bullsh-t
b.o.m.b

i love to rap, can i skip all the pageants and politics
dawg, it’s a shame that the game so the opposite
oh my jaw locking, i think that the molly hit
where my d-ck go, oh mah gahd, she just swallowed it

i want a shortie that’s thicker than jorja smith
i want a penthouse in midtown on 45th
mic on my lips, you recording a quarter brick
we at your door, “h-llo did you order this?”
most of my folks had to come cross the border in
f-ck ice and the people reporting sh-t
still f-ck the ops and the people supporting it
we could pull up, baby, send the coordinates

this is that new new
young doov
you ain’t heard of him?
i don’t just make the beats
baby, i murder them
rappers are make believe
made up like maybelline
scholar but could’ve gone straight to the major leagues
rappers the same to me
all in the way to me
i’m finna win
but, no, this ain’t a game to me
i’m finna win, but, no, this ain’t a game to me

back on my bullsh-t
i’m back on my bully
b.o.m.b

- doov lyrics

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