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[blokka $olo]

murder on my block and it’s hot boy
ain’t you from? n-gga no you not, boy
heard they hit your brother with the chop, boy
and you ain’t do sh-t
city goes stupid when the gvng out
my n-ggas in the shadows with the flames out
barely know a n-gga i got him cained out
my n-ggas love the paper i’m on the same route
found a-dubb with his brains out
pillow talk with hoes get you laid out
40 year old n-ggas yeah you played out
and my little n-ggas come through turn you j’s now
drank up in my belly ain’t no beer gut
p-ssy ass n-gga don’t stand near us
weirdo n-ggas talkin’ but i don’t hear much
he don’t come outside cause he fear us

n-gga welcome to the jungle where it goes down
la la la la la la
n-gga welcome to the jungle where it goes down
la la la la la
n-gga welcome to the jungle where it goes down
la la la la la la
n-gga welcome to the jungle where it goes down
la la la la la
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i can’t hear what she sayin’ cause my d-ck all in her mouth
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i can’t hear what she sayin’ cause my d-ck all in her mouth

chip in a barrel ain’t no pringle
the sh-t i ride with, that’s illegal
i was k!llin’ p-ssy in a regal
my mama tell me all this cash evil
yeah i laugh to my money while i count it up
count it up b-tch
yeah count it up
he stunk yeah n-gga take a power puff
n-ggas hatin’ on me say they’re proud of us

murder on my block and it’s hot, boy
ain’t you from? n-gga no you not, boy
heard they hit your brother with the chop, boy
and you ain’t do sh-t heart stop boy
put a bag on his head like a scarecrow
f-ck them geeks n-gga r i p scarecrow
big ol’ laser got him moving like a hula hooper
think he won’t catch that fire cause he a youtuber
he an 80s ass n-gga we ain’t fighting bro
i got swishers for you n-ggas we gon’ light em bro
last time we heard about you, you were snitching homie
you ain’t no bad guy, n-gga you a b-tch homie
n-gga do’s and so’s throwin’ up 4 fingers
6 side don’t get caught in my blinker
opp bleeder we in love, yeah she a keeper
ice spice, big cheeker, she a eater
player ways i’ve been outside really dodging wh0res
n-ggas broke 9-5 really mopping floors
he ain’t my opp he a blue collar civilian
family man, looking into a mini van
ay we know where you at so n-gga don’t act up
always-always old ass n-ggas trying to get packed up
rest in p-ssy to homie n-gga he rapped tough
rappin’ like he the one now that n-gga’s wrapped up
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i can’t hear what she sayin’ cause my d-ck all in her mouth
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i got n-ggas doing murders they ain’t ever getting out
i can’t hear what she sayin’ cause my d-ck all in her mouth

- blokka olo

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