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BOA Video (MV)




Performed By: Kenny Mason
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Edwin Kenneth Green




Kenny Mason - BOA Lyrics
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Oh, yeah
(Coupe)

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

Pullin' up at my patna crib
After he pop a opposite
We ain't play no baseball but slid
No Vince Vaughn, niggas dodging shit
Starting shit, starter kit
Bruh nem sleeping with all the fish
Twin nem sleeping with all the clips
But we ain't been sleeping at all this year
Mama cryin', Ibeen tryna act like I ain't hear
Bitch, I'm writing, I'm deep in my mind, I ain't here
Tears fall in my beers, niggas been drinking all year
I take money over the therapy
Don't no one but me care for me this carefully
My mental f*cked, I come straight from that wilderness, so bare with me
My jimmy tucked, I raise that semi up, you coming to Hell with me
Anyone who think they is the one is unaware of me
And jus look unprepared to me, I'm meant to be here (you should)

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

I feel the sun on my face as I'm facing the blunt
I'm in space, I got more space to run
But, lil' bitch, I ain't runnin' no race, so run up
Sun up to sun up, I one up the greats
Smoke everyone 'til I'm the one of the greats
He don't want smoke for real he wanna vape
He don't want dough for real he wanna hang
Somebody pour up a pitcher
'cause, bitch, I got pictures to paint, I'm a villainous saint
I was chilling with niggas with stains
I done been in the pit of the flame
I remember the days I was diggin' in britches for change
Bitch, I was mixin' the tape
Hopin' it stick, pray it get rid of my rage
Takin a trip to the bank, hoping it hit
'cause when it do I'ma skate
Bitch, I'ma dip

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
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Oh, yeah
(Coupe)

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

Pullin' up at my patna crib
After he pop a opposite
We ain't play no baseball but slid
No Vince Vaughn, niggas dodging shit
Starting shit, starter kit
Bruh nem sleeping with all the fish
Twin nem sleeping with all the clips
But we ain't been sleeping at all this year
Mama cryin', Ibeen tryna act like I ain't hear
Bitch, I'm writing, I'm deep in my mind, I ain't here
Tears fall in my beers, niggas been drinking all year
I take money over the therapy
Don't no one but me care for me this carefully
My mental f*cked, I come straight from that wilderness, so bare with me
My jimmy tucked, I raise that semi up, you coming to Hell with me
Anyone who think they is the one is unaware of me
And jus look unprepared to me, I'm meant to be here (you should)

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

I feel the sun on my face as I'm facing the blunt
I'm in space, I got more space to run
But, lil' bitch, I ain't runnin' no race, so run up
Sun up to sun up, I one up the greats
Smoke everyone 'til I'm the one of the greats
He don't want smoke for real he wanna vape
He don't want dough for real he wanna hang
Somebody pour up a pitcher
'cause, bitch, I got pictures to paint, I'm a villainous saint
I was chilling with niggas with stains
I done been in the pit of the flame
I remember the days I was diggin' in britches for change
Bitch, I was mixin' the tape
Hopin' it stick, pray it get rid of my rage
Takin a trip to the bank, hoping it hit
'cause when it do I'ma skate
Bitch, I'ma dip

Relocate
After I risk my life in BOA
I know Heaven a couple feet away
Know that murder was just a street away
Oh, yeah, what you say?
This for A and B, ho, see yo' way
Triple my 9, I'm just a G away
All of my life I knew I'd see a way
Oh, yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
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Writer: Edwin Kenneth Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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