Boom Boom Explicit
BOOM BOOM
give me some room
can't f***g breath
with all these gunpowder fumes
guns blastin off
like my mouth poppin to
shut the f*** up up b****
I wasn't talkin bout you
fell off for a minute
the wagon got crowded
much like my mind
and I couldn't allow it
had to jump off
before others got shoved
f*** all yal actin
like yal showin me love
I'm about to be trippin
on a vacation to take
go the wrong directions
that'll be my mistake
back to this blastin
pistol to mouth
you don't really know me
or what I'm about
so back the f*** off me
I just need space
keep comin around
and this pistol you'll taste
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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