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swamp thug - fuck a boogie and pnb rock mega rare mega mix lyrics

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[intro: swamp thug]
aye, aye, aye
b-tch mob, task force n-gg-, b-tch mob
boy you gon be drownin’ in yo blood n-gg-
protect lil b at all costs, b-tch -ss
pnb, you f-ck children, dirty -ss n-gg-

[hook: swamp thug]
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob

[verse 1: swamp thug]
you the bigger artist, i got bigger nuts
10 v 1, boy you scared as f-ck
i might take a flight out to the bay
just to shoot you n-gg-s in the face
based world n-gg-s, we ride for lil b
tryna k!ll b, then you gotta k!ll me
task force n-gg-s we die for lil b
you tryna k!ll b, then you gotta k!ll me
pnb you want that rock, boy i got the drums
all you n-gg-s p-ssy you get sticked just like some gun
boogie, you from the hood come to the slums
i don’t know what to say to you b-tch -ss n-gg-s pink bandanas up n-gg- task force

[hook: swamp thug]
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob

[verse 2: mista slim thicc]
f-ck a boogie wit da hoodie, shoot yo -ss when you ain’t lookin’
b-tch hide yo daughter, i think pnb just got a woody
watch as i reload the clip, b-tch i’m holding golden sticks
pop a playa arm outta socket getcha shoulder hit
hold the tec and bust it off like pnb when he seein’ teens
pull up to airbnb, i’m gonna leave his -ss leakin’ streams
a boogie you can go and get it too, i don’t mean that s-xual
skets’ll move yo brains all the way right out of ya dented skull
pop yo -ss in the t-st-cl-s, so much blood look menstrual
you don’t want this beef playa i turn yo -ss into a vegetable
you lyin’ down i’m standin’ over you, loss.jpg
shoulda got to duckin’ down when i let the ak spread
banana clip peelin’ up ya dome, ya mama screamin’ on the phone
keep on keepin’ on and you gonna see all the guns i own
playa, yall some phonies that’s word to holden caulfield
y’all tryna f-ck with based god, you gonna get a raw deal

[hook: swamp thug]
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob

[verse 3: chris fotso]
n-gg-s talkin’ down on black ken? boy, you talkin’ bout my black kin
climb up pnb long–ss neck, put a f-ckin’ thirty to his black chin
a boogie lookin’ like a chimpanzee, gym partner a monkey head-ss
try running up on the based god again and i’m stompin’ you out with my timbs, dead-ss
pnb, you got some ice, now you chillin?
n-body like you, you f-ckin’ on children
i’ma pull up to ya crib with the clips and i guess you’ll see the big guns and you’ll dip
y’all n-gg-s ain’t got guap, sh-t runnin’ up, guap, nah you ain’t stackin’ no chips
i’ma pull up to yo mama house, have that b-tch beggin’ for me to bust a nut on her lip

[bridge: lil gun]
pnb, you a b-tch
why you f-ckin’ 14 year olds out here, dawg?
shoutout chris hansen

[verse 4: lil gun]
i look like a brick, i walk in, b-tches on their knees
where pnb rock? yeah, that boy be at chuck e. cheese
b-tch, i don’t run fades, i run up on yo block and squeeze
a boogie autistic, look like he got special needs
aye, b-tch mob flexin’, gun gang grip the hammer
blastin’ on yo block, gucci pistol, pink bandana
rippin’ up that hoodie with the clip, this sh-t’s bananas
shooting at a boogie mama, f-ckin’ on his gramma
lil gun got the mac, smokin’ on that pack
b-tch, i look like ellen, i walk up i got the strap
pink bandana’d up, ridin’ boy we b-tch mobbin’
i done pulled up to his crib, forty with the d-ck on it
i just gripped the k, put these b-tches in their place
they don’t want this smoke, i p-ss on these p-ss-es’ graves, aye
shoutout to lil’ keke, we too based, makin’ plays
protect lil b, pretty b-tch, brang dang dang
disrespect my set, it’s time to nuke you and ya mans
task force sergeant, i got shooters on command
everyday you lit up, i got d-cks and h-lla rounds, b-tch
i’ll be swervin’ to yo block, make sure you really drownin’

[hook: swamp thug]
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob
f-ck a boogie, f-ck pnb rock
everyday we lit, nah i’m lighting up yo block
b-tch i got a gun i ain’t fighting with a opp
f-ck you thought it was boy you f-cking with the mob

[outro: swamp thug]
pnb we ain’t forget about that 13 year old n-gg-
f-ck wrong with you
a boogie, you sound like dej loaf you f-cking dyk- -ss n-gg-
i f-cking hate you n-gg-s
protect lil b at all costs
you n-gg-s is f-cking p-ssy
b-tch mob!

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