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Boonk Gang – Facts

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Текст Boonk Gang – Facts

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boonk Gang shit
Boonk Gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boonk Gang shit
Boonk Gang
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Gang shit

Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
If your plug ain’t got no work, bitch, I’ma tax
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, but bitch, I’m back
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, still countin’ racks, nigga
That’s facts, nigga
Everything I spit, that shit be facts, nigga
That’s facts, nigga

Everything I spit, that shit be real, nigga( that shit be real, nigga)
Police came to my video shoot for real, nigga (they came for real, nigga)

That bitch ass nigga, that snitch, that nigga ain’t for real, nigga (that nigga ain’t real, nigga)
He better not let me catch him in the field, nigga (boom)
These rappers, they mad I ain’t stoppin’ (ayy)
It don’t come
?, I ain’t coppin’ (Boonk Gang)
If the feds catch me, I do no coppin’ (Boonk Gang)
If this rap shit don’t work, then I’m robbin’ (yeah)
Your bitch, her panties be droppin’ (Boonk Gang)
Boonk Gang, you know we ain’t stoppin’ (Boonk Gang)
You better proceed with caution (yeah)
When we ballin’, we don’t do no floppin’ (Boonk Gang)

Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
If your plug ain’t got no work, bitch, I’ma tax
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, but bitch, I’m back
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, still countin’ racks, nigga
That’s facts, nigga
Everything I spit, that shit be facts, nigga
That’s facts, nigga

Told them niggas I’d be right out tomorrow, nigga (I’m home, nigga)
You know Boonk Gang, he a motherfuckin’ star, nigga (yeah)
All that hatin’ shit will not get you that far, nigga (no, no)
I got out and told your bitch to meet me at the bar, nigga (Boonk Gang)
I know police they can’t stand me (Boonk Gang)
I got your bitch off a candy (Boonk Gang)
I do not pop no more Xannies (Boonk Gang)
I just might fly to Miami (Boonk Gang)
I know police they can’t stand me (Boonk Gang)
I got your bitch off a candy (Boonk Gang)
I do not pop no more Xannies (Boonk Gang)
I just might fly to Miami (Boonk Gang)

Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
If your plug ain’t got no work, bitch, I’ma tax
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, but bitch, I’m back
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
That’s facts
Everything I spit, that shit be facts
That’s facts
I just got out yesterday, still countin’ racks, nigga
That’s facts, nigga
Everything I spit, that shit be facts, nigga
That’s facts, nigga

Boonk Gang, whole lotta gang shit, bitch
Boonk Gang
Boonk Gang, whole lotta gang shit, bitch
Boonk Gang
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Gang shit