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Strangers
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Strangers was released on December 16, 2013 by Discos Aztlan as a part of the album Boogie Hits
ReleasedDecember 16, 2013
LabelDiscos Aztlan
LanguageEnglish
BPM88
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Rollin' in the city of the fathers, kickin' it with true ballers
Boogie is back on the scene
U-Dub Records, K-I-T in the place to be
Droppin' that Chevy really low
On the strip 'cause we gotta get some hoes
Pimp these bitches like my switches
They wanna take my dough, but I get vicious
I let them know that I don't play
Motherfuckers come my way, I'm sprayin' with the AK
Droppin' them off the Coronado Bridge
There shouldn't be a reason for a buster to live, you see
Motherfuckers act hard
But when it comes to beef, you're shitty in your draws, uh
If you wanna fuck with us, we dangerous
Bustin' all strangers that be scandalous
'Til they take me to Greenwood, I'll be a G
Represent the SD
Dippin' through the streets, hittin' three-wheel motion
Boogie gettin' head while I'm coastin', uh
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
It's Martin Block and we don't stop, keep it on the real
Poppin' some pills, homie, chillin' with my G's
Smokin' on trees, give a fuck about the police
'Cause I mobs with my homies and we keep it streets, uh
Ain't no stoppin' with the gangsta funk
Fuck your ass, homie, I'll be the first to dump
With that twelve-gauge shotty just like John Gotti
Leave you on the floor, you don't want no more
I'll be a straight criminal, Southeast bound
Put it down for D'Angel Town, motherfucker, ain't no fuckin' around
I do it real and I ain't gonna lie
You try to take my life, you gon' get shot with a nine
'Cause we do it every day, ain't no stoppin' this shit
Martin Block, motherfucker, let me say it again
Keep it bangin' and keep it gangsta and keep it G
You fuckin' with me, best believe I'll make you bleed
Always off the weed when I'm in the Southeast
Keep my piece on my lap in case you wanna act
You get clapped, motherfucker, like rat-tat-tat-tat
It's like that, motherfucker, so you gotta watch your back
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Strangers, they love to hate us
Bitches, they think that they could play us
Better say your prayers
When we bust, bitch, you could never fade us
Written by: Boogie, Javier Felix, Jesus Vaca
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