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letra de tak6 off - blokka $olo

superstars

[menace fiend]

i’m a product of my city
the glock hold 50
i’m surrounded by the mud and i’m praying to the semi
askin’ for a handout tryin’ to live off all your money
no this sh-t ain’t sweet, this sh-t ain’t funny
hollows come in swarms rippin’ through whole tummys
find me smokin’ more weed than a dealer making money
aroma so strong it makes all these hoes want me
with a style this crude ain’t no one every gon’ touch me
even if they try they can die over nothin’
feed these motherf-ckers havoc, chaos and destruction
f-ck who criticize me if you try me then i’m dumpin’
charge etеrnal fees my magazines will leave you gutlеss

[gucci deuca]

i ain’t never been scared b-tch you running up?
i’m into making a lot of money with my team huh
shut the block down let the whole team in
mxb with the gvng i can show you where the f-ck i been
i been trappin’ so godd-mn long i’m like what happened to me?
i ain’t ever alone i carry the souls of all of my enemies
sh-t that’s what my cutter bleeds
pray to god and then prey to me
hole in heart so i’m deadly now i don’t show no love when i’m in these streets
my mother we ain’t spoke in weeks
my father passed, all he had was me
have you ever been so f-cking hungry it f-ckin’ hurts you can’t f-ckin’ eat?
or been down in these f-ckin’ streets?
had to sleep in the car with yo family?
(this is the streets)
had to sleep in the car with yo family?
i ain’t never been scared b-tch you running up?
i’m into making a lot of money with my team huh
shut the block down let the whole team in
mxb with the gvng i can show you where the f-ck i been
i ain’t never been scared b-tch you running up?
i’m into making a lot of money with my team huh
shut the block down let the whole team in
mxb with the gvng i can show you where the f-ck i been

[blokka $olo]

i put it down on my soul and my f-ckin’ brothers
i got to do it real big for my f-ckin’ mother
said f-ck the opps, f-ck the b-tches and the undercovers
woadie in the cut gettin’ to the money
(ay k!ll this sh-t woadie)
p-ssy n-ggas talk sh-t that they do not do
i’m in a white jeep with the bulletproof
n-gga banana on the clip but it ain’t no zoo
laser on a b-tch when it’s aimed at you
ugh
r i p to take off
and r i p actavis
still got a couple empty bottles in my mattress
still smokin’ cat p-ss
that angry smellin’ cannabis
can i make a million off these b-tches cause they jackin us
had to move the ay like the n-gga was from canada
nate cuttin’ coke like the very last samurai
i’mma run this b-tch, p-ssy n-gga i got stamina
if you keep a glock, just remember that they jamming’ up
one two step on the work before i sell it to you
uncle hit this rock so my pockets keep swellin’
do you know what it means when you promised no tellin’
i would go on a tour but my brother he a felon
i’m a gangsta motherf-cker i’ll pop boozle in his d-mn head
leave his ass alive so he that n-gga stays half dead
38, 42, 45, all that
38, 42, 45, all that
38s, 42s, 45s, all that
fiend told my brother drop the motherf-ckin’ backpack
sh-t’s real n-gga, k!lla cam had to react
and if they k!lled gene then a n-gga never start rapping
i would be probably still be in the streets where i’d die at
my daddy visiting my grave and rip on dub hats
and never where the club at, only where the plug at
and i would take my opps right with me, where the blunts at?
lean, had to chug that
i don’t like to sip slow
make the texas boys say “mane” like i’m big moe
p’s over motherf-ckin’ grams like i’m big meech
y’all n-ggas used to push p’s now n-ggas push police
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with no rapping ass n-gga
no p-ssy ass n-gga
take the stand ass n-gga
would slap on my motherf-ckin’ hand ass n-gga
“in the streets i was the motherf-ckin’ man” ass n-gga
b-tch n-gga talkin’ sh-t you a stan ass n-gga
f-ck n-gga keep talking don’t get blamed ass n-gga
get my young bull out the can my n-gga
free my n-gga dac let’s get cash my n-gga
r i p to pokey i’m in texas right now
n-ggas spiked the oil with the pepsi right now
n-ggas spiked the oil with the pepsi right now
n-ggas spiked the oil with the pepsi right now

real drank sipper
codeine tipper
i done came down to f-ck up my liver
king of the south but i grew up in west gate
i get so much love in cali i run the west mane
it’s a hoo ride and i’m riding until the wheels pop
papa was a rolling stone so i sell big rocks
n-gga had a rollie on i might take his watch
boy when it’s on it’s on so n-gga keep watch
i get high in air force ones i don’t wear reeboks
n-gga yo time is worth sh-t, you like a g-shock
n-gga i’m in the vip, with the g-lock
n-gga how you get that in? it ain’t sh-t dog
so po’d
n-gga i’m so southern
oh brother why they k!ll your brother?
he pulled a knife it looked like a boxcutter
i’m from the gutter i stay strapped, brother
take a step back, blow the kush in they face
he don’t want war, n-gga this ain’t the place
my n-gga almost lost his d-mn legs
and even if he did we still steppin on n-ggas
steppin on steppin on on on
steppin on steppin on on on
steppin on steppin on on on
steppin on steppin on on on

[k!lls-d-st]

f-ck my life-life
you were my vice
heart colder than ice
hit the blunt get high
hit the blunt get high
blow my phone up all night
she f-ckin’ hates me right?
she thinks i’m so right

i know i’m f-cked up
why do i even try?

baby i’mma f-ck up again
i still remember all the pain and all the sh-t that you said
i play it over on repeat, up inside of my head
i remember you was telling me that you wish i was dead
i’m f-cked up all night because of all of this pain
i’m out of touch that’s right i think i lost my brain
i’m seeing ghosts at night, i think i’m going insane
she f-ckin’ with my vibe, because i’m f-ckin’ insane
this sh-t cuts deep like knives but i think i like the pain
this sh-t goes on all night and is never going away
cocaine lines with my brothers i’m flying
i’m off the drugs with my shawty while i’m working on dying

f-ck my life-life
you were my vice
heart colder than ice
hit the blunt get high
hit the blunt get high
blow my phone up all night
she f-ckin’ hates me right?
she thinks i’m so right

- blokka olo

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