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letra de hit the ground - blockwork

hit the ground lyrics
[intro: akon, blockwork & both]
elias beatz
hey ladies, drop it down
just wanna see you touch the ground (y’all know the f-ckin’ vibes)
don’t be shy, girl, go bananza
shake your body like a belly dancer (suck my d-ck, n-gga)
hey ladies, drop it down (grrah, it’s blockwork, b-tch n-gga)
just wanna see you touch the ground (y’all know my f-ckin’ vibe)
don’t be shy, girl, go bananza (run, you die, n-gga)
shake your body like a belly dancer (grrah-grrah, grrah)

[verse 1: blockwork & akon]
i’ma flock it, i don’t give a f-ck
if he front, he get hit in his gut
i’m that demon, i’m clutchin’ my gun
if i up it, i bet that he run
make a move, pass the chop, you know i’ma oot
you a fool, chat on the net, i’ma come to your school
stay with my gun, that’s the number one rule
i’ma flock, hit you and your mans
dummy done ran, see the gun in my pants
a shot for this glock, gon f-ck up his stance
i beat up the p-ssy, she like give me a chance
i’m like drop it, pass the g-lock you know i’ma pop it
i’m like shake it, for the gang she finna get naked
grrah-grrah, grrah
i’m with buna, he sending shots that’s gon bust your medulla
lil rah got left in the uber
sha got shot by a b-tch, you not a ooter
ayo jaydee, let’s go crazy
with my knocka i think her name katie
i’ma up if he think he gon’ play me
hang out the back seat you know i go crazy, grah grah
[?] better duck, i just wanna (just wanna see you touch the ground)
noah, yellow, diddy
b-tch i’m lit keep a gun in my city
off the perc, i go dumb with the sitchy
me and buna go 50 for 50
dot on his head, i’m tryna just pack him
yo stop, your mommas a crackhead
and you know that we smokin’ on all deads
ebk and you know we on all red
in the field i be clutchin’ my steel, and my momma be tellin’ me chill
but i’m tryna flock on a opp, i’m tryna knock off his top
in the drop i was stirrin’ the pot, like send a shot
[verse 2: bankroll buna]
from the ville, top murder rate we run the city
f-ck sha, he got shot by a bitty
got hit and then turned to a piggy
ballin’ on court, i can’t go out like diddy
spin through they pj’s i’m looking for glizzy
f-ck 22 and we know you a mickey
how you come home from a murder, a blixky
everything dead shoot a o, shoot a dizzy
you was smokin on pop, now we smokin on nicky
when we spin we make this sh-t look easy
we’re some shooters that do it for breezy
and you know we still smokin’ on queezy
with the apes and the sharks, we never played in the park
tony got hopped
and yellow got taped, i know i’m the n-gga they hate
pick up the pace, big 30k, [?] got hit in his face
and my gun in my hand, extended the clip
watch your sh-t or get wasted
jaydee my brother, and he fighting a case
still finna up it, he lit

[verse 3: omb jay dee & akon]
okay i’m tryna spin through the gz
ek pop, tired of smoking on queez
pj, say cheese, dont even know you boy, get off your knees
totin’ on sally that big as a cloud
mally got hit and he touched the ground
6-o, man, that boy got cancer
[?]
yo blockwork, start lurkin’
once we leave the courts we on berghain
yo buna, no uber
you gon’ be the driver i’m the shooter
smoking on diddy that n-ggas a loser
f-ck yellow, ain’t talking no perc
f-ck ar know he soon get merked
and ek pops got put in the dirt
why the f-ck is he chilling with you
oh he ain’t know that we spliffin’ him too
pnv, tell him get off my d-ck
smoking on lu, gate, tony and nick
[?] got hit let’s hunt him down
rock gon’ seek ’til he (touch the ground)
22 heard what happened then he dipped
stay out the field he ain’t nun of that sh-t
lil’ boy tryna spin on the 6
they ain’t know 6 got no time for the blixks
and for lil’ bro we let it rip
tired of the drama they calling it quits
nah, f-ck that are you dumb
lil’ bro let’s play, oh no better get out the way
i let everything go if he everything k
new opp, in the swisher
can’t catch him then we catching his sister
opp shot, too heavy, lemme fall back n-ggas did that already
can’t get [?] or a chevy can’t move hot got a hemi on tele
he got rich but i’m not even jelly
[?] move funny i’m moving like melly
[outro: omb jaydee]
are you dumb, suck my d-ck n-gga
poppa jiggy you know the f-cking vibes
smoking ek father, yessir
are you dumb, boom, boom, boom

- blockwork

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