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letra de wedgie man - blockwork

[intro]
like, grrah grrah grrah
every opp sh-t, n-gga
ebk, n-gga
it’s blockwork b-tch, like

[verse 1]
wedgie man, are you okay?
shooter get shot, you got shot by a girl
and your sis’ caught a shot to the waist
like what did you do for the gang?
[?] your b-tch she ain’t let it bang
and [?] i know you rеmember that day
like, creep, i’m tryna see whеre he lay
he tried to run, put the beam on his face
[?] i don’t know what to say
you a b-tch, you just wanted to be doa
like, noah got put to the test
like, how you get beat in your chest
i heard yellow got hit in his neck
i smoke [?], this sh-t got me dead
i’m tryna flock [?]
it’s been two years, i’m smoking your dead

[chorus]
it get wicked, it get wild
i can see that they stealin’ my style
i’ma dump i’ma shoot out the crowd
i got aim i ain’t hittin’ no child, like
.40 kickin’ this sh-t kinda loud
goin’ up i’m makin’ mama proud
i’m a king in this b-tch make ’em bow, like
[?] that n-gga [?]
if i see set’ he get popped like a pill
i’m a demon i don’t got no chill
n-gga, who switched sides? i’m on the hill
[verse 2]
like grrah, like grrah-grrah
new gun, i’m tryna shoot it
these n-ggas cappin’ and lyin’ in music
push up on me, you gotta be stupid
i go kuu with the g, b-tch i know how to use it
[?] b-tch [?]
[?] n-ggas [?] don’t gotta [?]
he just doin’ everything they said
like, n-gga we made you the driver
you ain’t spinnin’ my block, you a liar
chase ’em down i won’t stop ’till i’m tired
[?]
i’m ’bout to blow, i’m on fire
my b-tch a gangster, [?]
i’m ’bout to [?]
d&d, n-gga pass me a lighter
i’m a flock ’em, really not a fighter
leave a hole in his [?] like a tire
he a rat, he got a wire
nazzy, bobby, they get me higher
like grrah, like grrah
[?] i’ve been puttin’ in pain
100 shots if they talkin’ on cane
walk down gang, tryna aim
i’m tryna put this red beam on his brain
in a foreign, i’m changin’ my lane
poppa jiggy, [?]
like grrah, aah aah
[?] and i’ll slide if they feelin’ a way
i’m on the [?] or the [?]
g-lock on the [?] on my waist
get low from the [?], they tryna chase, like
like d-mn, give me some sp-ce
.38 i ain’t leavin’ no trace
mask on, don’t face no case
i’m tryna send a goofy up to sp-ce
[chorus]
it get wicked, it get wild
i can see that they stealin’ my style
i’ma dump i’ma shoot out the crowd
i got aim i ain’t hittin’ no child, like
.40 kickin’ this sh-t kinda loud
goin’ up i’m makin’ mama proud
i’m a king in this b-tch make ’em bow, like
[?] that n-gga [?]
if i see set’ he get popped like a pill
i’m a demon i don’t got no chill
n-gga, who switched sides? i’m on the hill

[post-chorus]
he a b-tch, he was runnin’ away
cl!ckin’ i’m tryna shoot at his face
i cannot wait ’till he dead in the grave
and i’m talkin’ ’bout sha ek
i’m on my block [?] every day

[outro]
(wedgie man, wedgie man, and i’m talkin’ ’bout sha ek)
(wedgie man, wedgie man, what the f-ck?)
(i’m on my block and i’m [?]—)
(i’m on my block [?] every day)
([?] sha ek)
(wedgie man, wedgie man, what the f-ck, wedgie man)

- blockwork

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