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letra de $on of $am - blokka $olo

[wurce-1]

i’m just being realest
too much fetti to be making than to sit back and chill
i mean i need my money honey are you getting a deal?
i’m reppin’ doc mob boy i’m all about my skrill

[blokka $olo]

creepin’ through your hood, n-ggas really on the lam
windows tinted so dark don’t know who i am
dirty drum in the beater if they wanna jam
really shooting shots on the east like son of sam
n-gga d-mn
they shooting stars so all my oppositions red n-gga
if i told my story i would end up in the feds, n-gga
all these drugs relieve the pain in my head
cause my braincells are dead and all i think is death, n-gga
i’m at the top and now it’s looking like a ledge
said it’s lonely on that motherf-cker might just heat my head, n-gga
i paved the way for all these n-ggas and they plotting on me
if you ain’t my brother then homie there ain’t no walking with me
my oppas dead we still smoking on that proper, homie
if it’s beef it’s beef for life so n-gga why you soften on me?
he said he wasn’t about the money til he sold you out
send the spinners to his crib show that n-gga what you bout
assault weapons need to keep it for a rainy day
break em down, smoking blunts big as coy leray
every set k!ller mane yeah i’m esk
better hope i feel like cube and have a good day
choppers sing all night around my way
so i don’t need an a&r, i need a ak
if we see that n-gga’s plates then it’s pay day
just passed sj puffin’ on that gateway, n-gga
b-tch n-gga don’t trip
cross my gvng and it’s death
and it’s beef p-ssy n-gga way past last breath
keep that heat on my chest
better apply pressure now before he bleeds out his chest
b-tch n-gga don’t-

[smokie g]

sh-t’s real
catch me posted blazin’ my k!ll
sh-t’s real
grind round the block and making’ my skrill
sh-t’s real
and even if we ain’t doing it right
we be doing alright
and homie that’s life

[k!lls-d-st]

- blokka olo

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