LEP Bogus Boys

LEP Bogus Boys - X's & O's lyrics

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Every day I wake up nigga I'm thinking about money

You stored it niggas

Getting rich after rich,

Yeah

Mothaf*ckers talking shit

Don't be the killers now in silent foe,

'cause what the f*ck we do.

L.E.P Bogus Boy

Knocking this bitches head off

Shout out to the head up

My love to hustler

Getting money

Yeah!

We're from nigga that trigga guess no hard

natural born killer so p**sy play your part,

them guns is blazin' for the fame no heart

just bought a new bangin' and state it to art,

yeah, you know I gotta stay here at the curve,

pay back a bitch but I'm a man of my words

I mean that, catch em in traffic just like a red light

empty shale cases but the same no ..

niggas going to show and they a hundred deep

still poking them niggas homie and then sweet,

if you come to my city sayin' your whole tale,

so you have your jury going out the holy style

yeah, but I guess it's hot the cooky crumble,

niggas in and I don't make em play shiple double

money, yeah but I guess it's how the cooky crumble,

niggas make em play all day the triple double.

Hook:

(Money) I'm out and I'm flexin' my muscle, yeah

we run the film now you niggas a trouble,

take them squares, break them down right on the stone,

boy I'm making place it's how x's and o's.

(Money) I'm out and I'm flexin' my muscle, (money)

we run the film now you niggas a trouble, (dadada)

take them squares, break them down right on the stone,

boy I'm making place it's how x's and o's.

You niggas better chill, boy you..

My nigga shoot to kill, boy believe in you

we like the navy sales when in the crew,

we out here in the film like clean the shoe,

shots fire, met the casualty, here shots no, I go lane the batteries

This rapper's beat cabin like they got killers,

they ain't catching bodies they just shoot and act niggas

damn, I'm ..I'm back robbin',

f*ck the steve mass I'm stayin with a bad stuckin'

I got pistols, I got choppers,

them killers on your ass like that pockets,

you ain't marry to them streets, use a fornicator,

my niggas showing teeth like a fro to gater

I'm calling plays like a coordinator,

I'm married to the cross like our Lord to shater

[Hook:]

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