d$taxk – boffa lyrics
drink a deuce and hit the pop b+tch im sipping different
my lil n+gga thirteen years old already popping switches
n+ggas start talking crazy when they hear some double digits
ima need like five mill to sign me n+gga thats my winning ticket
oh you gotta half a brick a cut n+gga i can flip it
pop my cousin go to the funeral then ask who did it
oh you said the thirty don’t work you gotta sniff it
if the lil n+gga play with his life you know ima clip it
i really stay with my pipe ima crackhead
if the oppy face this two two three n+gga gon be half dead
oh you wanna make a bag i gotta backend
fiend wouldn’t shut the f+ck up he a slap head
so much chicken in the trap n+gga we a popeyes
this fifty cal it turn you white shirt into tie die
i up the beam on his head n+gga now his mind fried
how you kiss that lil b+tch n+gga she been with five guys
i hit the pint with benadryl left that n+gga ina coma
told her when she come to the crib she gon suck on boffa
b+tch im leaned out with fifty racks and im ona soffa
gave my fiend a pipe and a rock now he my soldier
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