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nsc boonie - britney spears lyrics

[verse: nsc boonie]
(boonie drop a 100 on em)
(brrt)
(skrt)
(can’t f+ck)
i can’t f+ck with dog, (what?) he be smokin’ cookie
i been shootin’ for a minute, lil n+gga you a rookie
two bricks for a show, ain’t n0body tryna book me
i don’t play tic tac toe, my three ex’s sellin’ p+ssy
i done f+cked up my vision, all i see is a tunnel
i be hangin’ out the window with that chopper like rapunzel
i done poured up a pint, told smoove grab a funnel
if she catch a couple cards, ima buy that b+tch a bundle
i’m a young rich baby, got more money than your uncle
got a house in the ‘burbs but i’m chillin’ in the jungle
got a ar with a 30 if they try to royal rumble
i be talkin’ too much sh+t, n+ggas mad i ain’t humble
i’m a real hall monitor, givin’ n+ggas passes
i be sn+tchin’ n+ggas glasses, i be doin’ n+ggas taxes
way before pua, made thirty off a plastic
runnin’ from the dea, hit his block let him have it
shootin’ sh+t like the mavericks, iced up like alaska
why you talkin’ to the pastor? up 30 make ’em madder
lookin’ like the hardy boys, everybody got a ladder
why i don’t f+ck with dog, man, that sh+t don’t even matter
when i walk up in the club, all the hoes start dancin’
i done popped out, caught this n+gga slippin’, chris hansen
i might go and get a mansion, this time not campton
i got real beef in these streets, i ain’t worried ’bout brandin’
308. barrel spit fire, catch him while he standin’
n+ggas ain’t catchin’ cards and my sh+t still landin’
leave a n+gga sh+t abandonded
got his momma droppin’ tears
n+ggas bringin’ up these old bodies, you ain’t do that sh+t in years
i done shaved a whole brick, now it look like britney spears
mike amiri 1200, ski mask came from sears
switchin’ lanes, switchin’ gears
vvs’s in my ears
bought a pair for my brother, then he started actin’ weird
free ron, that’s my brother, he got less than a year
i got three sticks on me, these ain’t three musketeers
ima put diamonds in my t++th, f+ck your b+tch, get veneers
money counter keep goin’ off, broke boy, i can’t hear
[outro]
ahhh, yeah
all these n+ggas strange talkin’ ’bout…
[?]
have my lil n+ggas tryna walk ’em down….
[?] talkin’ ’bout

- nsc boonie lyrics

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