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Bomptown
finest
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

I did the unexpected
They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads us
You unsure about me successful
Well, I'm unsure about ass standin' in my section
I done put in overtime,
caught cases, pop straps Pop think I lost my mind
Where I'm from they try to hate and
But fuck that, buy a strap, slow them up with hollow

I'm, self made, self paid, safe of everythang
And that doin' donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still hitting'
And if the gone, niggas still sip Corona
I done me, I feel good about it
But them suckas try to tell me, take the up out me
Who would Master P be if he "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
Or HOV the Marcy Projects

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, Bomptown's finest,
finest, uhh

Now I pull up, everything exotic
complain, life's sweet, blue drank, Hynotiq
The past year I've makin' all profit
My team finally got it, somebody shot me
Damn, that's just the Devil, my
But thank god it ain't end a shovel, my nigga
Have it dusted off my like whatever, my nigga
And Frogg ain't gone, he live forever, my
in peace to my nigga Frogg
You know your 4Hunnid out here, doing they shit, nigga
My gone but never forgotten

You know anytime I beez, I you what's poppin'
Uhh, so y'all niggas finally it
Buddha still the same, you that nigga brazy
You when small niggas hatin'
There's money being now so niggas started changin'
And just dropped Documentary 2
He got some on there, and what he talkin' about you
I know you and had issues,
but real shit, it seem that nigga you
kids, I took them Christmas shopping
You know me, I'ma do my part, nigga I

I know you watchin' so you know up with G man
He was just worried about his kids and his
Your mom that you said, we was on bad terms
Man that shit work a nerves
But long as Lil on this Earth,
its live Lil Frogg that's my word

Nigga finest
Ayy, nigga finest
Ayy, nigga, finest
is Bomptown's finest
Nigga, finest

Third verse, three years later, still it, still gettin' paper
Gotta you about the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
Teebee, yeah my nigga, but we ain't talk much lately
Me and H fell out, me and Mustard out
Me and you fell out 'cause
was shit you didn't tell me 'bout
But I ain't even 'cause I get the bigger picture
Big Buddha my nigga, so you know you my nigga

gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you know I answer my phone
High skinny jeans, be the realest from the team
This how them old holla behind the scene
And baby Buddha, my Tree Top
Big homies don't ya 'cause they ain't say nothin' to ya
But in time the shit out here be too tough
Gotta stay dangerous, gotta keep up
Hoppin' out with two doin' too much
Don't give two livin' like I can't lose much
Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm up
the money out

'cos what goes around, come around, nigga,
Blow it once okay, it twice, you a dumb fuck
I done took off the block
Who knows how many homies I saved from gettin' popped
Look at Slim he ain't gotta sell
I told him figure out this rap shit, then you buy the
Look at Syke800, like money
I told him save that don't spend it all on the day
Ayy Buddha, ru' you what it ru'
We got shit in the makin', it's bomin' soon
from slangin' to bangin' and burglaries before school
Then finesse this rap shit on

Bomptown's
Ayy, nigga Bomptown's
Ayy nigga, Bomptown's
is Bomptown's finest
Nigga, Bomptown's