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B.O.M.B.S Video (MV)




Performed By: deviant
Length: 2:55
Written by: Alex Marshall




deviant - B.O.M.B.S Lyrics




Who The Bitch Now

F*ckin with the New South Sound that's a deathwish
Breaking through the underground like Tetris
Bitch boys tryna talk shit getcha head split
On that takin bodies and I do it on the reg shit
Bet, bitch, Lucid take the damn crown
Reckless, if you stay talking down
Headless, all these pussies bitch made
Ima talk this shit and they won't run that f*ckin fade

Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi goin straight for the blade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi aim straight for the face

I see them now, all smiles
While they're clenchin on their teeth
White mask on the face
Tryna bring me to my knees
Watch them all give applause
When I take this f*ckin scene
Watch them all on my dick
Then expecting shit for free

I been up grinding I'm putting the work in to get it
And I'm taking limbs if you ever forget it
I pick up the pieces and put em together
And I'll never let up

Put a motherf*cker in the grave, mass grave
That I pave this lane with
Follow me around like a bitch that I gave dick
Always steady stay droppin bombs
So I guess you could say that I'm back on my bullshit

Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi goin straight for the blade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi aim straight for the face

Who the bitch now
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Who The Bitch Now

F*ckin with the New South Sound that's a deathwish
Breaking through the underground like Tetris
Bitch boys tryna talk shit getcha head split
On that takin bodies and I do it on the reg shit
Bet, bitch, Lucid take the damn crown
Reckless, if you stay talking down
Headless, all these pussies bitch made
Ima talk this shit and they won't run that f*ckin fade

Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi goin straight for the blade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi aim straight for the face

I see them now, all smiles
While they're clenchin on their teeth
White mask on the face
Tryna bring me to my knees
Watch them all give applause
When I take this f*ckin scene
Watch them all on my dick
Then expecting shit for free

I been up grinding I'm putting the work in to get it
And I'm taking limbs if you ever forget it
I pick up the pieces and put em together
And I'll never let up

Put a motherf*cker in the grave, mass grave
That I pave this lane with
Follow me around like a bitch that I gave dick
Always steady stay droppin bombs
So I guess you could say that I'm back on my bullshit

Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi goin straight for the blade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi won't catch no fade
Devi aim straight for the face

Who the bitch now
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Writer: Alex Marshall
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