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the posterz - bulalay lyrics

la
bulala-bulalalala-bulala
bulala
bulala-bulalalala-bulala
bulala
bulala-bulalalala-bulala
bulala
bulala-bulalalala-bulala

sunday sun up
smoke it inside o my mom’s
i’m just with animal reason
she lay it i call her like
chop’s on the other line
i’ma marijuana sales representative
no flexin today no stressin i’m good but i still got a few til i panic i been this way
slangas and bangas and hoes and gorillas got banana more o’s that sw-nk when a hippie b-tch blows then i bit at her told me that she never smoked nothin this dank
i’m like d-mn
rollin with the post too many hoes can’t get enough
nah she
wanna d-ck her then leave em like ‘thanks’ enjoy the high
rollin in my city with a ? live for these booties this dread head n-gg- with a hoodie
betty flip quick sweet n-gg- come around turn his -ss into pudding
my gracious
these n-gg-s ain’t got no shame f-ckin with the real one
chris gon send em to the spirit world
i’ll just say i welcome to the real world

welcome to the jungle now
said welcome to the jungle now
said welcome to the world
with petty thugs and girls
can ya feel me yeah yeah yeah
welcome to the jungle now
said welcome to the jungle now
said welcome to the world
petty thugs and girls
can ya feel it yeah yeah yeah
welcome to the jungle now

who dat? cool it
keep up, all out, roll up
keep em rollin that bowl
hot pursuit i’m the coolest
while you call it we shootas
why you call it we shootas
my god we shootas…
by god we shootas
by god we shootas
hot collar we shootas

bodie in this b-tch, in the zip
catch a bunch o n-gg-s whose hopin that i slip, n-gg-s mad
in the b-tch
why you wanna call we shootas
tryna to see what i’m doin
30 to the grief he makes a n-gg- but he can’t f-ck
catch a muhf-cka from the
catch muhf-cka my hoodie i’m
if a n-gg- speed i turn his -ss into puddin
f-ckin with the… and the chain
what you lookin at? money
b-tch and her mummy
same b-tch comin to the crib i see money
you coolin with the n-gg- from the jungle and the devil and the

rollin in my city with a / live for these booties this dread headed n-gg- with a hoodie
bet he full of quid so we come around kick his -ss into puddin

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