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Bossier City Kidnap Victims

"Bossier City Kidnap Victims" Lyrics by $uicideboy$

You did good, $lick

It’s a Smash!

Players-Players-Players never die

Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja

Always in the cut, with my hood up, I’m a cobra

Choppa city born and fuckin’ raised, I thought I told ya

Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola

P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin’ like I got a weapon

All my dogs in fucking heaven like I’m Jesus in the 7th

I know fuckboys got a problem, I’ma end their whole bloodline

Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done

I’m bout pull up on this lil’ ho and make her tongue tied

Now she cryin’, tellin’ me all about how her son died

Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though

Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll

Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank

Now his bitch asking me for a newborn baby

Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain’t no new bones breakin’

Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin’

Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

Duckin’ off that fent’

But Young Wetto always stand up

Smoke it ’til the last puff

Sleepin’ with the handgun, 12 I had to man up

Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander

Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son

How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)

Pimping on a ho too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)

All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I’m from the land of (North)

Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don’t clam up (Side)

Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)

How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)

Chopper city love them choppers, ’cause they never jam up (North)

I put angels in my outfield, call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)

Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk

Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk

Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

Come and get your bell rung

Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though

G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

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