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Boom!
276
Hip-Hop/Rap
Boom! was released on June 20, 2019 by 915889 Records DK as a part of the album Olympus
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AlbumOlympus
Release DateJune 20, 2019
Label915889 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Jerome Simmons II
Wesley Jerome Simmons II
Songwriter

Lyrics

I don't play stupid
Only with the pay
I dawn king duties and push heavy weight ****
Most aloof in a coup out the state with her
She was fake so the bitch got replaced like
Used to have her picture in my wallet
She was naked playing polly in my pocket for she popped it
Ammo
Shot from out the camo
She never stopped to think about, she too easy to live without I dicked her down-
Fast forward more dope, ass poking
Hope the gas potent, my soul hoed but mad focused ****
So bad, mic jack, at your concert
Show a whole crowd how to fucking get down
Like I had them at gunpoint
Neck jewel hanging just remind me, everybody I love can turn stranger
I ain't pointing fingers cause I'm often quick to anger and my shooters quick to paint ya
Like a Jackson Pollock painting
Never met a **** like me cuhz
She say she want a **** like me but
But, but
Back to that scary shit
That temporary shit
Everything is meaningless
Incendiaries bitch
Bursting with the grip
Every verse is like a brick or two, residuals pivot like a defender do
Splitting up like a fission
Distance ain't make it better forever turned into end it
Now all I know about you is how it feels to be in it, damn
Making 50 bands
Had to flip the business plan
She ain't really with the fam
She been fucked my uncle sam
You unfortunate bitch
Portion her porcelain wigs
Torture her organs and dip
Torching the ganga
Keep it lit, sippy sip when I'm whipping the honda
Crossing like crucifiction my **** you should've listened
My flow the smoothest invention you never knew it existed
Ain't no one cooler my shit is ruder than rugers
With shooters at your medulla
I tell a woman to pull up, then pool up
Open tulips, she asking me Wesley who us?
Evade it like an intruder, she faded up in stupor
Praying I'm never washed, some my favorites is fucking loofahs
Dated so many broads complaining it may be too much
Complaining it make me too much
Written by: Wesley Jerome Simmons II
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