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sloppy forever - bean town killers lyrics

[intro: isthemailhere, bean headass, ap]
aight, now, this is where adlibs come in (where we landin’?)
this where adlibs come in like (where we landin’?)
nle adlib (where we landin’?)
i know i know you just say stupid sh#t (aye)
yuh (wait i’ll uh uh)

[chorus: isthemailhere]
shoot like john wilkes booth b#tch, we ain’t civil
bazooka on my pants b#tch tryna catch a missile
we bean town k!llers like, b#tch it’s simple
catch me backstage smokin’ a j with jimmy kimmel

[verse 1: bean headass, isthemailhere]
cha#cha real smooth down yo block with the glock
better move quick before the glock does the talk
bazooka on my waist (yuh)
rocket to your face (you’re g#y)
ak to your throat (i’m h0m#)
ak make you choke (lets kiss)
my shotty got a shotty and she not afraid to drop a body
shotty shoot somebody barrel get hotty like kalahari
glock is named molly cause i pop her at a party
gunnin’ down the opps one by one, with my f#ckin’ tommy

[verse 2: isthemailhere]
swervin’ down the block, in the lexus drop the top
i only f#ck with eleven wrist a millie f#ck the cops
dylan got no lyrics can you hear it glock and loaded
lean sauce can you hold it wipe your nose wind is blowin’
yo b#tch suckin’ d#ck like a kool#aid pickle
my girl cost a dime while yo’s cost a nickel
she suck me so good i’m walkin’ like a cripple
yo girl a referee, she blew my whistle

[chorus: isthemailhere]
shoot like john wilkes booth b#tch, we ain’t civil
bazooka on my pants b#tch tryna catch a missile
we bean town k!llers like, b#tch it’s simple
catch me backstage smokin’ a j with jimmy kimmel

[bridge: isthemailhere]
yeah i’mma jump out the window
got you b#tch singin’ my tempo
bank acount couple zeroes wallets they stackin’, dinero
stay strapped bow and arrow sike extended clip infinite ammo
with that bankroll too much money can’t handle
do you dirty like american vandal

[verse 3: ap]
okay like jimmy kimmel
talkin’ mad sh#t like a middle finger
gettin’ this guap like i need a label
quarterback like blueface, pictures be too fake
trippin’ like shoelace, party go too late
put ’em in a casket, y’all don’t wanna gas it
no smoke, just pass it
cause i’m like baker on the browns
play it like a record now i’mma slow it down, sike
b#tch you wanna pass up, when i pull up lemme have some
45 with a drum, make you look real dumb
put you right in a slump, pistol whip with a gun
lookin’ like a shootout
blood on the floor, runnin’ from the opps
like a lollipop, imma pop pop
b#tch

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