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mike shabb - jerome bosch lyrics

[intro: skit]
just run down the street
k!ll me here, man
you wanna k!ll me motherf+cka?
’cause i ain’t running no motherf+cking place
’cause i ain’t no trackstar

[verse]
i’ll show you h+ll, i’m jerome bosch
no strings attached my sh+t sound like the [?] song
now your love gone
i got money on n+ggas’ heads, don’t act like some’ wrong
can’t be doing some if it ain’t no fun
why these rap n+ggas act like they blow funds?
brought my lil’ cuz to the strip club, we made him throw ones
i’m like shogo with the sword, i don’t even got to show guns
this coke gon’ make your nose numb, this draco make you go dumb
forty on me, gun squeezing
you get poppеd for the wrong reasons
stop your lungs from breathing
you couldn’t еven see me, think i’m john cena
i’m paid in full, my b+tch look like a young gina
i hang my canvas on the wall beside the mona lisa (ooh wee)
nice to see ya, it was hard to reach ya
bust his ass, now his momma crying, singing songs for jesus
all this dirty work, i need an extra envelope
first time in the kitchen, had to study every [?] like chef ramsay wrote it
[?] could see the totem poles
hit your b+tch with a hundred long strokes (yeah)
take a quick breath, hit her with a hunnid more
my auntie doing voodoo with the sheeps and goats
n+ggas know they can’t be f+cking with no zoes
my b+tch got neck i’m [?]
if you know, you know
.38 special got the snub nose
hit him in his [?] have his gums drying on the floor

[verse]
that n+gga cap, them stories don’t add up
how the h+ll these n+ggas question my status?
[?] b+tch, look at the fabrics
money coming, had to change up my habits
opp pack, my youngin’ working his magic
how does it feel to lose someone?
i can only imagine
if the b+tch don’t suck d+ck i’m kicking her ass out
12 mad, they ain’t find nothin’ in the stash house
n+ggas rats, they go and tell on the internet
n+ggas mad, they ain’t even went through a hunnid yet (yeah)
look at the drip, b+tch, i’m fly like a [?]
everybody [?] me, put that on the set
love life, me and the money go hand in hand
thug life, we used to move this sh+t hand+in+hand
that n+gga hatin’ on me but he been a fan
i cannot f+ck with these n+ggas, i been away
my youngin’ bustin’ his gun like the military (brrt)
i bust my heat in the middle of february
this ain’t no firework, this ain’t no katy perry (pop, pop)
drop a .30, hang a block through a cemetery

- mike shabb lyrics

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