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YS – Bompton (Remix) Ft. 1TakeJay, Ohgeesy (Shoreline Mafia)

Bompton (Remix) – YS Ft. 1TakeJay, Ohgeesy (Shoreline Mafia) Lyrics, Letra:
Intro: YS
Bompton, told you I’m from Bompton
Nigga,  we from Bompton
Nigga,  this Bompton
It’s, it’s, it’s, it’s your boy DJ Tray
Stanford Ave
‘Nella

Chorus: YS
Nigga,  this Bompton
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati
And  get it brackin’ in the alley
Nigga, this Bompton
I’m from the ‘Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
Nigga,  this Bompton
Where niggas dyin’ left and right
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights
Nigga, this Bompton
We gon’ ride when it’s war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

Verse 1: YS
Flag around the mag and the scope came attached (Yeah)
Tell ‘em free my Nellas, on the gang, do it fast (‘Nella Gang)
Blower in the stash, pray to God I don’t crash (On the gang)
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Dexter but I’m cookin’ in the lab (In the lab)
Livin’ life fast, no defense, we on attack (We on attack)
We gon’ air it out, reload, and double back (Boom, boom)
I ain’t gotta drop a bag, they playin’ they gettin’ whacked (They gettin’ whacked)
I’m really outside, these niggas, they really act (On the gang)
Poured off a four, I’m sippin’ on straight Act’
TEC-9 blow his mind, these niggas can’t take that (Take that)
I’m the nigga in these streets, I know that they hate that
I spin his block with that chop and clean it like Ajax (Boom, boom)
Lil’ bro get to bustin’, he pushin’ your face back (Bah, brrt)
Niggas changin’ over cheese, I swear that I hate rats (I hate rats)
Gotta practice what you preach, on Bompton, that’s straight facts (Woo)
Philly P’s, no yees, we shoot ‘em where faces at (Boom, boom)

Chorus: YS & 1TakeJay
Nigga, this Bompton
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin’ in the alley
Nigga, this Bompton
I’m from the ‘Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
Nigga, this Bompton
Where niggas dyin’ left and right
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights
Nigga, this Bompton
We gon’ ride when it’s war time (Wait, hol’ up, I’m finna turn this bitch up)
I got respect, I really earned mines

Verse 2: 1TakeJay
Niggas Tyler Perry, ‘cause niggas got a lot of bitch ways
I remember you let a nigga take your ball in fifth grade
Now you turned up? Shit, you was turned down in tenth grade
You ain’t made for the streets, sweetheart, you bitch-made
Nigga, this Compton, Bompton, and Yompton
They know I don’t bang, niggas mad ‘cause I’m poppin’
If I had a hundred pennies, bitch, you couldn’t get a dollar
‘Cause I’m a motherfucker, fuck you and your mama (Wait, hol’ up)
In the summer, it get hot outside
When it’s up, it go down, don’t get dropped outside
Niggas ain’t cleanin’, but we got a mop outside
And if he ain’t with the shits, then he not outside
I’m from the city where we get it in
Nigga, I’m one to the ten
If you don’t know about a ten, bitch, you ain’t from Compton
What’s a PhD? Niggas got degrees in flocking and robbing
If anything, they in your house shopping

Chorus: YS
Nigga, this Bompton
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin’ in the alley
Nigga, this Bompton
I’m from the ‘Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
Nigga, this Bompton
Where niggas dyin’ left and right
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights
Nigga, this Bompton
We gon’ ride when it’s war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

Verse 3: Ohgeesy
A nigga ain’t from Bompton, I just came to visit
Hang with niggas Bloodin’ and I hang with niggas Crippin’
B-N-Dub Money Gang, nigga, who trippin’?
Pack a nigga out if we catch a nigga slippin’
I don’t cuff a ho, I ain’t Scottie Pippen
Might get it out a ho ‘cause you know I keep it pimpin’
Thirty in my Trues, nigga, reason why I’m limpin’
She want me to be hubby, but I ain’t with the simpin’
We fuckin’ all these bitches, posted in the trenches
If a nigga slide, then YS finna drench him
Pack a nigga out, sit him down, we finna bench him
We’ll kill a pussy nigga all over a mention
Niggas tough on Twitter, but in real life, they bitches
Free my nigga ShoDawg, he a real life menace
Playin’ with some racks, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no tennis
Shout out my nigga Youngsta from that Westside, Venice

Chorus: YS
Nigga, this Bompton
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin’ in the alley
Nigga, this Bompton
I’m from the ‘Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
Nigga, this Bompton
Where niggas dyin’ left and right
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights
Nigga, this Bompton
We gon’ ride when it’s war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

Outro: YS
Nigga, this Bompton, nigga, this Bompton
Bompton, told you I’m from Bompton
Nigga, we from Bompton
Rosebrans, Stanford Ave
Nigga, that’s Bompton
Rosebrans, Bentral Ave
Nigga, that’s Bompton
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