Boomshakalaka Lyrics - Tell Ya Friends - Chip Tha Ripper

Boom 

We livin in the last days 

Yeah we saw what's over 

[Hook:] 

40 on me break you off papa 

And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka 

Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker 

Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka 

My niggas hit licks like shotas with the forty glockas 

Like Boomshakalaka boom 

And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass 

Like boomshakalaka nigga 

People say we runnin out of time 

And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka 

I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a 

Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch 

People say we runnin out of time 

And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka 

A nigga run upon me and try to take mine 

I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch 

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I'm ballin forty in my hand 

Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam 

Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off 

My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost 

I'm finna act up 

Now show punks just how I'm strapped up 

Glock on me, (fuck you up) 

Hot damn, son of a bitch 

Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch 

Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories 

Turn your bitches on, she extra horny 

And I know what I'm on, with your fine ass 

She got red lipstick on the wine glass 

I know you niggas mad 

I see you tail wagging 

Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen 

She got off work and came straight to the club 

Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug 

Oh you mad 

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[Hook] 

Bitch trill OG barbeda on ready 

Triger finger on the triger and it's all steady 

No problem is too big or too small 

Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls 

No matter who calls we answer first ring 

Mind on the money baby that's the first thing 

Got your baby mama [?] 

Losing a hundred million wouldn't be the worst thing 

This that mob music, stricktly for made men 

Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then 

I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin 

They gone find you right there in the same spot you lay in 

I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro 

I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro 

And you know so act right 

'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka 

[Hook] 

I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow) 

Thiss what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow) 

Here's two on the way down plow plow 

Here's four more plow plow plow plow 

I got a plan to take over your land 

If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand 

I'm not a star you know my name now my story 

You simple you represent fame I rep glory 

Damn now these nigga's talkin down 

But they don't say nothin when I'm around 

They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound 

No matter of fact fuck that you get around 

I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers 

I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas 

My whole outfit from Paris 

Show up to your house party like Robert Harris 

[Hook]