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letra de yvl anthem - apollored1

[intro]
double-o five
bl!ck (bl!ck)

[verse: 1]
he employed, he work in the backstreet (yeah)
if you want smoke, n-gga, match me (yeah)
my b-tch, she in love like a [?] (yeah)
these n-ggas don’t wanna come at me (uh, uh)
these bad hoes tryna attack me (uh, uh what)
she f-ck for a perky and some zaxby’s (uh, uh)
i rock black pants, not no kacky’s (uh, uh)
i got mad love for the backstreet (uh, uh)
i got everything, you can’t text me (uh, uh)
i don’t yell, my voice never raspy (ah)
give ’em real, these n-ggas be acting (oh yеah)
they gon’ do it for views and a caption (oh yeah)
shе now popping, now they wanna [?] (xans)

[chorus]
yeah, throw up the wock (what, what?)
throw up the wock (yeah)
throw up the wock (wock)
i’m really not playing with gods (double-o)
these n-ggas, they really can’t die (double-o)
i got all black, d-mn, i’m disguised (yeah)
i pop me a perk and get high (yeah)
i tell ’em, “no n-gga, not fly” (you not)
we took that lil’ boy out the sky (get up)
i gotta get it, gotta try
i gotta get it, gotta try
i’m really with it, this ain’t no lie
i’m really with it, no lie (yeah)
yeah, yeah, i’m really with it, no lie (yeah)
[bridge]
they gon’, uh, sit ’em back

[verse: 2]
yeah, celebration when a opp die, hold the glock up, just like it’s a trophy (yeah)
why the f-ck that n-gga talking to me, i don’t know these n-ggas, he don’t know me (what)
why these n-ggas got a badge on, ain’t got a bag but they police, huh (huh)
one-two, n-gga, twelve, huh
i don’t talk to these n-ggas, i f-ck around and talk to myself, huh
f-ck n-gga drop a song, i f-ck around and drop shelves (ah)
the glock gave my g’s like d-mn, so we don’t f-ck around and [?] (ah)
free my n-gga at the cell (free him)
free my n-gga, gave him h-ll (free lotto)
i come and pay your bill, huh (yeah)
[?] got sh-ll, huh (yeah)
double-o, n-gga, h-ll, huh (ha)
[?] like a sh-ll (ah, yeah)
put a hole in it, it like a well
i got [?] like dj dorell (i do)
i got seven hoes at the hotel
(throw it up, throw it up)

[chorus]
yeah, throw up the wock (what, what?)
throw up the wock (yvl)
throw up the wock (wock)
i’m really not playing with gods (double-o)
these n-ggas, they really can’t die (double-o)
i got all black, d-mn, i’m disguised (yeah)
i pop me a perk and get high (yeah)
i tell ’em, “no n-gga, not fly” (you not)
we took that lil’ boy out the sky (get up)
i gotta get it, gotta try (i gotta)
i gotta get it, gotta try
i’m really with it, this ain’t no lie
i’m really with it, no lie (no lie)
[outro]
yeah, yeah, no lie
im really with it, no lie
double-o, yeah, double-o, double-o five
yeah, double-o, n-gga said, “double-o, double-o five”
yeah, double-o, n-gga said, “double-o, double-o five”
yeah, double-o, n-gga said, “double-o, double-o five”
double-o, n-gga said, “double-o, double-o five

- apollored1

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