BISHOP LAMONT

BISHOP LAMONT - Bombin' Shit lyrics

rate me

Yeah, I plug the league for this hip hop

I rather die than ever, ever flip flop

Yeah, I plug the league for this hip hop

I rather die than ever, ever flip flop

Yeah, I plug the league for this hip hop

I rather die than ever, ever flip flop

Yeah, I plug the league for this hip hop

I rather die than ever, ever flip flop

This one for all my real niggas

Fuck you rappers looking cute

Got your many in your paddy yeah you think you ready

Say you busting but your guns ain’t never make mistakes

Not been hittin’ with my shit, niggas ugly

As she has nasty ass but the pictures love me

Walk the streets with the motherfucker I know

Say some stupid ashes, get your motherfucking mind blow

I don’t need a motherfucking reason

Nigga we ain’t have some gun shut

Get your motherfuckers ass blind it

Blondie hair drom hop, no more where I come from

Rise club bump the clap, yeah you are dumb boy

Real nigga, all I know is staying loyal

Play my position hard nigga like a guard loyal

Have me some heany and I’m getting busy

Fuck your God and then get hooked, nigga bust some lazy

Keep my fro freezin’

Smoking on this area, niggas sabot aria

Murder that, kill shit causing this wisteria

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine, make them scary you

Niggas stereo

Move this area, niggas sabot aria

Murder that, kill shit causing this wisteria

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine

Have to get it all with ball machine, make them scare of you

Goose and goes, my nigga even scary on

Rock cool city poppin’ your umbrella

They done it, run and coming at you

Welcome to the darkness, they hit all the slash on

Breath the exotic, side go ?

Hunch back maniac, niggas you don’t want that

Your ship is seeking, light the lace and tenny that

I’m here to kill you, blood suckers real caselvenia

Rebels been crazy and say to you huu, hu

We howdy, howdy your name

Nigga say that you can fuck with me throw the game

We all on fagy shit, lower then a rabium

I’m about that hit , get touch and bent to you

Niggas want that Grimmy shit, so get some flavor

Back on that dummy shit, temped on my rave

Niggas talk some hit shit, this the high rage

Raise up,

Smoking on this area, niggas sabot aria

Murder that, kill shit causing this wisteria

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine, make them scary you

Smoking on this area, niggas sabot aria

Murder that, kill shit causing this wisteria

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine

Click the area, have to get it all with ball machine, make them scary you

I’m sick and sickle the anemia

Sick enough to sail river Styk to snatch a sickle from the grim rapper

Pick up, steas that, a nigga got that dirty grime stuff and hate cody

Y own snuff, lose all the problem ‘til the neighbors keep their doors lock

Fuck the age one, this is for the love of hip hop

Guns in the air, range the clips in my parkin’

Nigga let shuts for real they can’t stop it

Since I let go, my father be always a beat boy

Coming with that beat boy, my hot boy a hitboy

Try to fuck with me, get your hoer, I’ll destroy

Get you while you young and straight to tell Obama

Tel your block to bay room , nigga while you’re calm

? when I ball that with no one

Keeps her low play cole, need again the show

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