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Youthstar, Miscellaneous, & Ennemi•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

This one is the bomb

Everyone exposed

Gets blown away

Back back in top form

Get comfortable, get your pop corn

Sit back as I mop floors

with these pop tarts who’ve been keeping my spot warm

Funk Flex - We gon drop bombs

We won’t stop for ‘em. We got glocks drawn

Pop Pop Pop til the cops swarm

Knife stuck in your head like a pop song

Your pops mourning and your mama weeping

The reapers coming

you don’t wanna meet him

Mama Mia ! You jumped in the fucking deep end

Something different it’s teeth in

Someone’s bleeding

You went from a summer evening

to heavy thunder, twenty under freezing

Bucka bucka - everyone is screaming

Head for cover

You just let another demon

Man a demon pussies get clapped and defeated

Munched in the booth like Reese's pieces

hoovered up taken to the cleaners

The meanest of geezas "alright son"

Man I grew up in the ends but never needed to get masked up

Ya walk around with trigger fingers in the videos but never blasted

I killed mics better than you dickheads

Even when ya boy was plastered

More man in your videos then a boys school... K cool

But ya go on like a fool, rocking the jewels and hand tools

No originality, straight cesspool, fake ghouls

Ya get paid for the fame but you pagans are shaming the game with your backwards ways

Get smacked in the mouth for ya average state

Go clean ya mouth out with a tube

This one is the bomb

So they say

Dropping right on time

No delay

Heads up down below

Enola Gay

Everyone exposed

Gets blown away

This one is the bomb

Everyone exposed

Gets blown away

They ain’t authentic

They just art relics

They ain’t authentic

Cause their squad yell it

Those models came with credit card debits

Shit’s off limits. We barbaric

Bars hit hard like Charles Bennet

Split your brow if you hard-headed

You my bitch now, here’s a dog pellet

Better duck down - You can’t dodge bullets

It’s called Karma, pick a card - pull it

The whole squad hooded

They hear ratatatat when the car pull up

Camouflaged up in battle armor

We’ll slap your squad up. Real shit

Back to kill shit with my rapping partner

slap a lil bitch in a balaklava

I'm calm when I come with the karma

Spit in ya face like llamas

You sell green on the block, but I know where the farm is

Roll with the biggest men in the game became partners

Smartest move to move up in the classes

Cold-hearted, when I draw for the lyrical shank they get clarted

I Mastered the art then Mastercard swiped it.... Next

We got real projects with the peeps in the pipeline

Never miss a deadline

Even when licked on the moonshine

We shine bright like a road sign

Blind you mugs and watch you all decline

Turn of the times, like when I gave it in doing lines

now I'm better than a dam fine wine

Murk any track with the broski

Drilling a hole straight down to goldmines

This one is the bomb

Dropping right on time

This one is the bomb

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