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letra de cpu - blocboy jb

[intro: blocboy jb & sleazyworld go]
(oh, won’t you keep me warm tonight?)
sh-t, this motherf-cker, look, this smooth right here (you are such a sweet delight)
uh (n-gga)
uh, uh, uh, uh (come here)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: blocboy jb]
n-gga play, then he get zapped, this ain’t computer love
they only tough up on the net, they just computer thugs
i seen old boy and he looked off like he ain’t know who i was
5.56’s hit him all in his back, he fall and can’t get up

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
cold heart stepper, ask my mama, it’s in my dna
number one stunner, leave him weezy, the drac’ in his face
b-tch, i’m so icy, feel like jeezy, 2008
sometimes i feel like a gorilla, that’s why i rock bape
five hundred shots in just one car and we dump out the gristle
my mama ask me why i can’t help it, i grew up with k!llers
my dog know magic tricks, five hundred, i show you my n-gga
his only magic trick is puttin’ a switch on a pistol
if you ask me what i am, i say, “a real n-gga”
you been an opp, but keyboard k!llin’ get you k!lled quicker
n-ggas targets, lock and load
hittin’ his slide when he got shot, but beefin’ ’bout the hoes
[chorus: blocboy jb]
n-gga play, then he get zapped, this ain’t computer love
they only tough up on the net, they just computer thugs
i seen old boy and he looked off like he ain’t know who i was
5.56’s hit him all in his back, he fall and can’t get up

[verse 2: sleazyworld go]
uh, catch me a n-gga, i’ll ’bout get up close on him
he tried to duck, drac’ and glock, but he couldn’t run from both of ’em
ain’t no runnin’ from these, we chop n-ggas down like trees
and the .40 come with a punch, this big sh-t like adonis creed
i had to move n-ggas from around me, it was too many filled with greed
and this xd ain’t nothin’ like a fruit, but this b-tch come with a lemon squeeze
if i swing this b-tch on n-ggas, n-ggas screwed
you the type of n-gga to go to the internet, tell the world what you gon’ do
i’m the type of n-gga to get in the field with no helmet on, lace up my boots
how the f-ck you a shooter, n-gga, and you always been scared to shoot?
these n-ggas be pure p-ssy, my b-tch got more bars than ’em
tryna stand with them n-ggas over there, so when they drop, you gon’ fall with ’em

- blocboy jb

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