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letra de yxlv - blokka $olo

blokka $olo

g-lock on my chest, if they trip i blow it

n-ggas wanna look like us, sound like us, be like us
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

g-lock on my chest, if they trip i blow it
big timers dog but i ain’t from magnolia
(magnolia)
mama raised a wolf, and my daddy raised a soldier
they pushin’ p-ssy b-tch i’m pushin’ yola
big pipe up on me i feel just like yoda
“why you in the hood $olo? n-gga you’re already goated”
rap n-ggas live sweet lives just like zack and cody
voice of the streets, when i chief i’mma hold it
when i was broke man that b-tch left me so fast
bet when this m hit that b-tch finna call back
still watchin’ my sh-t, girl you can’t be that mad
bet that your new man can’t hit it like i can
finally hit this hoe i wanted and that p-ssy was so trash
p-rnstar i left her on read, i ain’t even gonna call back
numbers do not lie p-ssy, n-gga whatchu’ gonna call that?
i ball like top g but i ain’t boxin’ i’m shootin’
on 2nd street just cruisin’
if n-ggas move i’m shootin’
from the field not hoopin’
this a mac-10 not no-(doo doo doo doo)
money dirty like p–py
hot waters like jacuzzi
in love with the work it hit me just like cupid
numbers dumb, they stupid
yo b-tch, she dookie
n-ggas g-y like uzi
get smoked like a lucy
don’t get smoked like a lucy
yeah don’t get smoked like a lucy
yola
who got that? who got that?
this rap money look like that crack money
that yola
yola
who got that? who got that?
this rap money look like that crack money
that yola
yola
who got that? who got that?
this rap money look like that crack money
that crack money
that yola
yola
who got that? who got that?
this rap money look like that crack money
that crack money
that yola

payola
them sliders on my payroll
by any means necessary
getting to that queso
right hand watch the left hand
i don’t trust in no man
it’s a war in these streets
i can show you pakistan
enemy pack that’s my cologne
fiends still hit my mobile phone
money can’t save you in the streets
but it can buy my mom a home
all this wock, i’m walkin’ slow
b-tch my pockets never low
all these n-ggas hatin’ on me
that sound like a f-ckin’ joke
bad lungs he don’t like no dope
heard that boy don’t want no smoke
keep that heater on my ass
if i have to take a soul
trust no hoe, i pour my own
pour and i’mma pour a 4
i think i’m my only friend
but i love to tote a pole
n-ggas on the totem pole
but they on the bottom though
b-tch we ridin’ on the top
that’s where stars is gon’ belong
percy miller, last don
swishers on my dash, huh
for the enemigo tip
if these n-ggas crash ha

- blokka olo

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