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youngbagchasers - bowls in the underworld lyrics

[intro: skrilla]
i’m playing around, i got it now, i’m ready
let’s do this, let’s do this
yeah skrilla, yeah it’s me

[verse 1: skrilla]
d+mn, xanny hit me like a tranq
four choppers in the v, we in the tank
i’m with the bag chasers, what the f+ck you think
n+gga bow down to a n+gga like a saint
all white up on my body, feeling like a f+cking pope
k+k+k, k+k+k+k, can’t hang a n+gga from the rope
overdosing over dope in zombieland, there ain’t no hope
guala, guala, guala, guala, moving bricks up off a boat
sacrifice and k!lled the goat, and that’s the biggest one i shay
ceremony cause my body had to wash my sins away

[verse 2: ybcdul]
n+gga, it’s mr disrespectful
and i don’t give a f+ck who you is, n+gga i will disrespect you
n+gga want tеn p’s of the frow, i gave em’ all qrizzy’s
zari just got taggеd on the 9, he should’ve used his glizzy
and i got work on different blocks, all through the city
von just took a 20 to 40, said he gon’ walk em down
if you aim for the neck, you best believe you hit his crown
and mu ain’t shooting on no wheel, lil bro gon’ walk you down
and i just swapped out with a nine, and bro gave me the pound
steady cutting on the 9, all the time, i swear i love the sound
[verse 3: skrilla & ybcdul]
steady geeking off these pills, i feel urkel
wockhardt turn the sprite to barney, i done fell in love with purple
i done fell in love with johnnys, stole the cat, i grab like harley
selling doggy cuddies look like icarly, broke the bank, no i ain’t sorry
n+gga this ain’t 28 grams, i’m selling 448’s
and i ain’t breaking sh+t down, i’m selling whole pounds
i know they seen bully last pic, he lost a lot of weight
ask em’ how you get them pounds back, i had it in my case
popping jig’s after jig’s, and i’m serving j’s
brodie turning bowls into cash, i seen em’ do it in my face
couldn’t stick the needle in his neck, the dope mixed with tranq
alligator tranq, they ate his kin off the cutty arm
they know i pray to ogun, i say it every song
elegua won’t make the magic work, he never got me wrong
if i ain’t got percs up in my system, i ain’t f+cking long
i got that choppa in my hand, you know we tap his dome
brodie i hit by your souls, i hear sn+tchin’ em’
in the section, wide receiver, we out here catchin’ em
catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a, catch another one
catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a, catch another one

[outro: skrilla]
yeah it’s me

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