Bok Lyrics – heartstopmiami
Singer: heartstopmiami
Title: Bok
PlanetZero
Yeah [Hey there
Oh my God
Uh
Pause, what am I doing?
Yeah yeah yeah
This Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as f#ck
Put his motherf#cking body inside thw trunk
I don’t give a f#ck
And I’m f#cking his b#tch, I’ma bust a nut
From the back ’til she walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk sh#t, but he f#cking up
Bibbity bobbity boo
Eat the p#ss# like it’s food, m#th*rf#ck*r, who are you?
In the back with my dudes, totin’ MACs, totin’ tools
I made this song in the Zoom, yeah
f#ck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
Stick out, go boom, yeah
Clean it out like a room, yeah
And his friend all rudе, yeah
Watch the chop f#cking fume, yеah
Get a mop, not a broom, yeah
[Just give it a second, just-
I’ll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
f#ck you up on New Years
You gon’ recover in two years
I’ll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
f#ck you up on New Years
You gon’ recover in two years
Straight to the point like a motherf#cking blade
I fill the rest because, what that b#tch say?
I’m causin’ some static, you acting dramatic
I get to erasing, I feel like a plague
I already know you a b#tch boy
Ain’t no need to elaborate
I already don’t give a sh#t boy
That includes what you gotta say
I’m in this b#tch, I ain’t talking no infant
I can’t see your b#llsh#t like I got bad vision
I don’t give a f#ck if that sh#t wasn’t written
I’m sorry I’m better. it ain’t my intention
You can’t handle the heat little n#gg#, I will not call your #ss a chef, b#tch
Since we are the topic, won’t even bother calling you a vet
Hi, hello
This my entrance, I’ma let you know
I have no f#cking interest being buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies
Anti-social mothaf#cker, never posting ’cause it’s f#ck your likes
Talking that sh#t, m#th*rf#ck*r, you die
Yeah, she want me ’cause I’m f#cking her right
Give her long dick while I’m standing 5’4″
What you think of that? All up in her cat
Talking that sh#t when I walk in that b#tch
Only hearing crickets, all I got is riches
I don’t need no b#tches, keep my comma
Cents so I’m making dollars
In my damn Impala, bumping Tame Impala
Wanna hit my line? Don’t you f#cking bother
I discriminate, floating on the beat make ’em levitate
Stay up in my room, all alone ’bout to m#st#rb#t#
Yeah yeah yeah
This Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as f#ck
Put his motherf#cking body inside thw trunk
I don’t give a f#ck
And I’m f#cking his b#tch, I’ma bust a nut
From the back ’til she walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk sh#t, but he f#cking up
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