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letra de fck a rap nigga - blo

[intro: blo]
(808 mafia)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: blo]
h-ll nah, i can’t leave without, i ain’t goin’ without my pistol
it get like that, but i know they’ll ride, they’ll tell you i’m official
hold on, pow, a b-tch gettin’ out of bounds, tell the ref to blow the whistle
she sucked d-ck and, boy, you kissed her, she was f-ckin’ with my n-ggas
p-ssy good, it make you fall in love, but, boy, you cannot love her
pillow talkin’ just to f-ck these hoes, they hidin’ under covers
she f-cked me when i was geeked up, didn’t wear a rubber
take her through therе, she’ll eat it up, suck me likе a sucker
take her through there, where we goin’, twin? f-ck n-gga, i been won, lil’ b-tch
they say i’m a bad influence, why you havin’ a youngin spin?
high-speed chase, i had to do it, they followed me out of cumberland
you supposed to be gettin’ money, twin, why you actin’ funny then?
i used to be broke as f-ck, now ten n-ggas add me up
they know i’m gon’ be the one regardless, that’s why they back me up
tell the judge i’m one of the hardest, they need to pack me up
until they free me, i’m gettin’ rich in the chain gang, n-gga stackin’ up

[chorus: blo]
gettin’ rich in the chain gang, bro didn’t want a double joint
fourth quarter, game time, we gotta put up some points
don’t go out like matt ryan, i’d hate to be a falcon
took a loss on a couple packs, but you know i’m still smilin’
h-llcat still growlin’
she fine, but she young, she got her ways of being childish
b-tch, f-ck a rap n-gga, really want a feature from billie eilish
f-ck a rap n-gga, i really want a feature from miley cyrus
[verse 2: bally baby]
yeah, n-gga, f-ck a feature, i could give two f-cks about it (yeah)
never touched a hundred or sold a load, can’t get a verse up out me (uh-uh)
i been fillin’ up a shoebox, hit the bank, still make deposits (still make deposits)
n-gga think he lit ’cause he got switch with an empty wallet (stupid fool)
i shook back, talkin’ ’bout the losses (yeah), went to wafi, bought a faucet (bought a)
f-ckin’ up they re-up tryna keep up, diggin’ in they profit (yeah)
racks look like a phonebook (huh?), ain’t ’bout money, then don’t call me (don’t call me)
i just met the b-tch today, she gon’ love me by the morning (by the morning)
get rich out the trap house (yeah), can’t go back to eatin’ takis (uh-uh)
can’t go back to eatin’ soups (i can’t), n-gga got too much to lose (too much to lose)
i locked myself in a booth (yeah), told myself i’m catchin’ plays
no more hangin’ at the spot (uh-uh), tell the judge to free lil hot (free blo), yeah

- blo

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