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BLUNTS OUT THE WINDOW lyrics by Bumboi feat. Slevpy808

Chorus: Bumboi
Okay, blunts out the window, smokin’ on the Indo
Rollin’ fat packs, caught them slip, bout to hit floor
Fuckin’ on my bitch and I stuff her just like Empanadas
Pull up in a Z, doin’ doughnuts ‘till it causing problems
Eat her out like Benihana’s, countin’ hunnids, countin’ dollars
Ask me if I speak a lil’ broke, imma tell you nada
Keep a lil’ uzi on my hip like I’m DJ Jvna
I won’t talk to no police bitch, I’m the godfather
Pistol packin’, lil’ bitch I’m never lacking
I pull up to the function, all them hoes will say „what’s happenin’?”
No cake? Get to packin’, I’m ‘bout all of that action
That pussy boy don’t want the smoke, I turn him into captions

Verse 1: Bumboi and Slevpy808
Jumpin’ on the black Porsche, grippin’ on a Glock four
Mister Take Your Bitch, then I give her to a good home
You can hit my spliff, no, better run your own hoe
You want putting on this pack? Then you better get gonе
I been text, you ain’t ever bout no packs
At your housе totin’ straps, bitch you acting like a rat
I’m a mouse, Mr Krabbs, cause I’m green with my cash
Shut your mouth, can never love another bitch and that’s facts
I’m out, burn and pow, I just smoked on your motherfucking rim
My account got a few more hunnid thousands
Money count, all my dunks green from the blue strips
Word of mouth, they don’t even know me, why they on my tip?
Ay yuh, yuh why you always on my fuckin’ tip?
They don’t even know me, why they always on my fucking’ tip?
Ay yuh, yuh why you always on my fuckin’ tip?
That bitch don’t know me, why she always on my- dick

Verse 2: Slevpy808
Cuttin’ up the lanes like a motherfuckin’ surgeon
You’re in a whip and the opps, they be perchin’
Six feet stick, leave a pussy wigger hurting
Your whip ain’t shit that’s for muh’fucking certain (skrrrt)
I pull up to the meet and they know my name, they know my car yeah they know my chain
Yeah fuck your friends, they be so damn lame, yeah we all got guns and we all gon’ bang
If I said I didn’t care about the bag I’d be lying
I told my brother imma make it, every day I be trying
And bitch I bought another Z from all the checks I been signing
I’m boutta buy a turbo kit so they’ll be seeing me flying
Aye I talk cash cause that’s all we need, we talk so fast bitch, I’m Japanese
And if shit goes down imma grab my keys, throw a blunt out the window, I got more on me