remy rotten - boom room lyrics
[nitetime]
[verse 1: ybf k sauce]
posted up in that h imma rob with my shooters get hit with that f and that nine and that ruler
you makin sh+t hot cause you know that i do it you know i should go we gone talk on computers
but that n+gga p+ssy he all on the ground
[?]
but you not catch an opp i hit you and yo mans
i don’t give no f+ck about a cam
f+ck n+gga playin get shot like a movie
yo b+tch and my shooters she turnin jacuzzi
[?]
cause imma be catchin bodies like a uzi
b+tch imma be catchin bodies like i’m chop
said i’m a hoe but i was on they block
catch me when i’m on go he prolly gettin shot
posted up in my city ridin with the glock
and i’m [?]
talkin the sh+t like he don’t know how we play
cause i hit him up and i do the relay
don’t give a f+ck bout a crime i’m [?]
and i run it up cause n+gga i need k
said you a b+tch so how thе f+ck is we fake?
you n+ggas be p+ssy and sh+t
thеse n+ggas prolly get excited when [?]
[verse 2: remy rotten]
ay ay yuh
talkin get you put up in the dirt
glocky put a n+gga on a shirt
pop a p+ssy n+gga like a perc
masked up in a spot finna hit him where it hurt
[?] shawty harder she be callin me a jerk
said she want the money had to tell a hoe to twerk
not a average n+gga i was never from this earth
imma pull a trigger call my n+gga get you merked
hit the shot b+tch we never miss
heard yo b+tch wanna f+ck cause [?]
if i had me a choice which we gettin some paper or f+ckin a b+tch that’s a tough decision
n+gga sike i would never forget the mission
if a b+tch over bread then that n+gga trippin
b+tch we run in his house and we take what we need we might f+ck on his wife then my n+ggas dippin
i got 2 or 3 b+tches they sharin me
flex on all p+ssy n+ggas no caring
imma crazy ass n+gga i been through alot to be honest i might need some therapy
imma veteran i got a tear in me
way ahead of it sh+t never scarin me
and hoe i got these sticks the way that i play with these b+tches i might be a cherokee
on god
[verse 3: zotiyac]
i ain’t finna play with these n+ggas i’ll play with my stick if i pull up i air it out
put a n+gga on front page be another one of them stories don’t n0body care about
better play with yo b+tch don’t come over here tryin that sh+t n+gga this ain’t yo parents house
i ain’t [?] but i heard he got heart now i bet this new ar tear it out
then i bet yo whole chest finna tear as well
i catch a battery charge like duracell
a whole lotta rounds and they cavin sh+t up n+gga run up and catch em a carousel
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas i’m introverted put a glock in a round he might stay converted
make a n+gga go vertical flip a [?]
put that b+tch in a bag yeah sh+t get berkin
bullets f+ck these n+ggas
tell the truth don’t even know how b+tches f+ck these n+ggas
i don’t trust you so don’t trust me
told her get off me you musty
i don’t know you hoe don’t touch me
this b+tch was buggin
tellin her n+gga she love me
i left from [?] crash like the derby kentucky he left on some crutches this sh+t it get ugly as a fat b+tch
[with some corn rolls]
[with a big ass nose and newport in her mouth]
[americas spirit]
[verse 4: skyte]
catch you slippin and pushin my b+ttons like it’s call of duty i’m on a mission
i ain’t trippin bout you [?] plannin on my suspicions
collars up in the dark side place in my mind i was trippin i felt like i was [?]
he said if you try that we get you convicted
not talkin apartments but you can wish it
you claim trippin i’m keepin me focused don’t notice me comin so you know i’m feelin crypted
now if he talkin shots hope on my family fire and ready ain’t dealin with this
[?] for no reason
i rob me a bank
i’m takin my golds like it’s gold in the makin
[?]
i be workin my ass off i’m really patient
[?] these people out fakin they really basic
murder evasion [?] imma need me a reflection
[?] it’s a new sensation
i’m like girl can you know [?] hesitation
and it never stops all of the hate and we blow like an opp like [?] obliteration
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