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letra de blood boy - anti da menace & rob49

[chorus: anti da menace]
blood boy
i’m talkin’ ’bout blood, blood, blood, i want some blood, boy
you gotta get it out the mud, stuck in that hood, boy
’cause don’t n0body do you good
i walk with twenty racks, wish a p-ssy n-gga would (look)

[verse 1: anti da menace]
diamonds on me trim, i feel like curry, i might break the rim
n-ggas shot my mans in the stomach, i gotta take a limb
lucky i was out of town, better not catch you out of bounds
see that alfa romeo, then you gon’ hear some chopper sounds
frraow, frraow, frraow, that that switch you rippin’ off
plus, i’m livin’ what i rap, you hear a demon when i talk
but i’m tryna calm it down, tryna find a better route
get to spin again, again, i got the drop on n-ggas’ house
b-tch, i’m smokin’ on this gunna wunna, play with me and i take your mama
and i’m smokin’ wam pack, i don’t give a d-mn, jack
if i post a pic right now, your bm gon’ spam that
seen a opp the other day, that p-ssy ran a four flat
[chorus: anti da menace]
blood boy
i’m talkin’ ’bout blood, blood, blood, i want some blood, boy
you gotta get it out the mud, stuck in that hood, boy
’cause don’t n0body do you good
i walk with twenty racks, wish a p-ssy n-gga would
i’m talkin’ ’bout blood, blood, blood, i want some blood, boy
you gotta get it out the mud, stuck in that hood, boy
’cause don’t n0body do you good
i walk with twenty racks, wish a p-ssy n-gga would

[verse 2: rob49]
yеah, i wish a p-ssy n-gga would, where i come from, it wouldn’t havе sat (where i come from, it wouldn’t have sat)
big 49, i walk the streets, they got the highest murder rate (yeah)
go ask who keep it real, ain’t got sh-t out the mud, then it gon’ vault (then it gon’ go)
i was stuck on house arrest tellin’ pops, “pull up to my house” (yeah)
this sh-t real, can’t get no realer (yeah)
if it’s up, it’s to the ceiling (if it’s up, it’s to the ceiling )
i bought hammers for my v, when i say, “p”, i’m talking pressure (when i say, “p”, i’m talking pressure)
i ain’t talking, ain’t no peace treaty, n-gga (peace treaty)
where i live would give you chills, the streets gon’ feel this (yeah)
sh-t, you ever woke up out your sleep thinkin’ murder? (thinkin’ murder)
i was tryna change my lights, but i just couldn’t avoid it (avoid it)
throw my v’s ’til i freeze, the devil made me heartless (he made me heartless)
i’m still tryna figure out just who shot at my car, b-tch (bah)
[chorus: anti da menace]
blood boy
i’m talkin’ ’bout blood, blood, blood, i want some blood, boy
you gotta get it out the mud, stuck in that hood, boy
’cause don’t n0body do you good
i walk with twenty racks, wish a p-ssy n-gga would
i’m talkin’ ’bout blood, blood, blood, i want some blood, boy
you gotta get it out the mud, stuck in that hood, boy
’cause don’t n0body do you good
i walk with twenty racks, wish a p-ssy n-gga would

- anti da menace rob49

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