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letra de doa k pt2 - blockwork

[intro]
(elias beats)
grrah, grrah, grrah, n-gga
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
where you goin’? gang, gang
grrah, grrah, grrah, come here

[verse 1]
yeah, it’s blocky da g
who want the smoke? we gon’ see when we meet
they wanna talk on my name, but don’t put in pain
and they duckin’ from me in the streets (like)
turn a five to a ten in a week (n-gga)
like, we up on the hots
they know she put lotti and rah in a blunt
like, i’m tryna see how it smoke
if it’s a-go, send me the lo’
like, bro put the beam on his ‘fro
okay, let’s speak the facts
and you better not call me a rat
ain’t no “paperwork,” y’all n-ggas wack (y’all wack)
tryna run up a hundred off track
tinted v, you can’t see through the back
i get a [?] when i’m flippin’ that [?]
and it’s through my feelings i rap
never lack ’cause i stay with my strap
n-ggas know that i’m quick to attack
lotti spun, but he ain’t comin’ back, like
don’t run up on me, don’t be silly
like, we could go fifty for fifty (n-gga)
in my city, sh-t get tricky
i don’t f-ck with them n-ggas, but i keep a bl!cky
f-ck the bronx, them n-ggas mixy
i got my stick, baba can’t trick me (can’t trick me)
nazzy dead, he got hit with the semi
on my own, you don’t gotta defend me, like
[chorus]
they don’t know me, they say what they say
that’s my slime, i’m slidin’ with ray
i ‘member the day n-ggas [?] (grrah, like, grrah)
grrah
oh, he jack doa? like
leave him where he lay, like
bobby with the lay, like
got me outta sp-ce, like, grrah

[verse 2]
opp thot tryna f-ck on my mans
we get money, she know we got bands
n-gga ran, so i shot at his mans
then i took a trip to the yams, like
i don’t care if that b-tch is a dyk-
that’s on bro, i just hope she could fight, like
murda b should’ve had a pipe
i’m a demon, i spin in the night, like
everything in the dark come to light
i put the g down if you wanna fight
if it’s up, i’ma blow, i ain’t dyin’ for hype
n-ggas cap, they ain’t livin’ that life
like, we makin’ movies like spike, like
i had to throw off a bike, like
i put a perc’ in my sprite, like
d-mn, i ain’t feelin’ alright
free bro, they called me through the skype
b-tch, i’m a gangsta, i don’t like to type
she pretty and gangsta, that’s my type
like, i’m tryna flock her tonight, grrah
[chorus]
they don’t know me, they say what they say
that’s my slime, i’m slidin’ with ray
i ‘member the day n-ggas [?], like (ah)
grrah
oh, he jack doa? like
leave him where he lay, like
bobby with the lay, like
got me outta sp-ce, like, grrah

- blockwork

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