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letra de ogek - blockwork

[intro]
bout to geek on this sh-t like word to my dead like, face of harlem like
i know i be saying the face, people be calling me the king, don sh-t
like grahh, hold on
like what? grahh grahh boom

[verse 1]
thots call let’s go on a chase
b-tch i’m a demon i shoot through them gates
no time, you gotta wait. i keep a stick when i walk out the bank
who you? get out my face. you not my brother i know you a snake
my hand you cannot shake. she a thot i ain’t doing no dates
like, what you did for your block? you a b-tch (what?)
gun got kick i’ma shoot from my waist (like, d-mn)
next n-gga to say that i snitched
i’ma [?] beat on his face
yo dre, which way? i don’t need an addy i know where he lay (like)
oh sh-t, i’m lacеd. that n-gga died from a kick to the face. (no-)
[hook]
i’ma up it an cl!ck til it’s еmpty
who did what? n-ggas never did sh-t (grahh)
they in love? he can die with his b-tch
up first shoot, he could die with his grip
i’m outside, packing a tool
sit in the benz, but i ain’t go to school (lil n-gga)
street sh-t really not cool
i keep a knocka so don’t be a fool
hop out them n-ggas gon’ dip. i’m on my block where this sh-t can get lit
like, ek we know you a b-tch. tell sha, “suck my d-ck.”
slide through turn him to a spliff (like, grahh)
and your bm she be doing d-ck
like, oh sh-t he got a kid?
we gon’ f-ck around beat on that b-tch

[verse 2]
and ya’ll better not lack by the school
mess with my brother now i gotta shoot
got a .40 not a duece, how am i a rat you ain’t got no proof
he got shot in his head i can’t lose
that n-gga got lined by a smooch. (smoochie)
yo bri your p-ssy was loose. she a thot pass her to crew
knock too big can’t fit in the shoe
gotta eat can’t play with my food
[?] dump out the coup. prey on me now you drinking a soup
i control it, no group. sh-t in my pants go grahh grahh boom
you a b-tch, what did you do? (what the f-ck?)
throw five, you throw two
if the clip jam up he get beat with the tool
[hook]
who did what? n-ggas never did sh-t
they in love? he can die with his b-tch
up first shoot, he could die with his grip
i’m outside, packing a tool
hop out them n-ggas gon’ dip. i’m on my block where this sh-t can get lit
like, ek we know you a b-tch. tell sha, “suck my d-ck.”
slide through turn him to a spliff
and your bm she be doing d-ck (mad d-ck n-gga)

[outro]
and he shot by a dyk-, like d-mn suck my d-ck
n-ggas be p-ssy and never on sh-t
like, d-mn suck my d-ck n-gga

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