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letra de everybody k - blockwork

[intro: sugarhill keem]
suck my d-ck, n-gga
everything dead, y’all n-ggas know what’s goin’ on
grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
(suck my d-ck, n-gga, everything dead, smokin’ all dead n-gga)
move, move, move, look, like

[verse 1: sugarhill keem]
never lack, i stay wit’ a knock
you f-ck wit’ them n-ggas, yeah, you gettin’ shot
klu, don’t run to no cops
ayo spongy, let’s spin through the opps
i run up to kay flock, yeah, he can get popped
grrah, grrah-grrah
see dougie, that boy get flocked, f-ck that, put him in a box
i be buggin’, don’t tell me to stop
i be clutchin’ spinnin’ n-gga block
pass me the lew, i’ma up it and flock
[verse 2: blockwork]
n-gga you must not know, call keem, i know he gon’ throw
these n-ggas funny, this sh-t not a joke
all these bills in my pocket, but i’m not alone
i’ma spin ’till we not on the east though
whеre the perckys? you know that wе need those
as mex got packed, no, miami got hit with this heat though
i’ll be d-mned if i lack
spend a bag on my drip, i ain’t wearing no cheap clothes
if the gun jam up, then you know that we doubling back
you know that i could fight, bullets beat on his back
no question, i’ma geek on the track
everything dead, we gon’ leave it at that
gang, gang, gang
remember days i was tuckin’ the skat
now i walk to the crib wit’ a big ass cat
if you want to die, run up on me
why would i lie, keep a gun up on me
don’t get me wrong, like
where some 4’s, but i’m dropping the 4’s, like
pop out, oh, let’s get it on, like
catch kay flock, he gon’ be gone, like
pop out, oh, let’s get it on, like
catch kay flock, he gon’ be gone, like

[verse 3: spongy rolla]
when i step in the spot with the steppers
all [?] grip when we came in the tesla
.30 on me, so boy don’t get wet up
and once i start flockin’, i ain’t finna let up
he got hit up, now he can not get up
me and bro keem spinnin’, come get wit’ us
can’t be no sippin’ on the liquor, blockwork totin’, run up, he gon’ bl!ck you
stay wit’ it, ’cause i can not lack
that boy tried to run, and got hit in his back
if n0body else spin back, i promise you bro, one of them finna lack
if we catch ’em, we leavin’ him flat
then spin in the v, right back to the track
and i’m smokin’ on chic’, he got hit in the head
b-tch, who got back?
[verse 4: sugarhill keem]
don’t move, don’t look
jayripk died, he got left by the store
who up, on the board?
y’all n-ggas keep dissin, go get back for boy
don’t move, don’t look
jayripk died, he got left by the store
who up, on the board?
y’all n-ggas keep dissin, go get back for boy

[verse 5: sha ek]
i’m a shooter, like f-ck all this rappin’
when i run into budda, i’m clappin’
we got his addy, see him then we hop out
pass the chop, b-tch, i’m letting off 10
i be mad ’cause these n-ggas be cappin’
yagi b, why the f-ck you be actin’
spin through the sev, put you in casket
you don’t want to die like jayripk, nah
gang, gang, gang

- blockwork

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