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letra de dupe song - bloodie & dudeylo

[intro: bloodie]
grrrt, ahh, n-gga ahh haa
mb, it’s a top opp-
n-gga, o’s up, n-gga, ahh
n-gga ahh haa, he said-
ahh, ahh, ahh, n-gga ahh, n-gga ahh haa

[chorus: bloodie]
like, geek on his block, boy it’s time to take risks
gang call my phone when it’s time to go spin
like, boy tried to run, seen the beam on his hip
face shot, he start scratchin’ his chin
he say he a shark, tryna see that boy swim
like, see a shark, i’mma cut off a fin
went live on his block, boy i’m back at it again
i’m tryna see that boy-

[verse: bloodie]
like, tryna see that boy duck with his friends
dissin’ my guys, tryna hop out the benz
like, again, we was back on his block
again, he was ducking from shots
no, again, we had bumped into 5ive
like, word to bro we gon’ make that boy drop
(watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out) ahh, ahh
like, he know how i get for my spot
wanted to be down, he put crack in his socks
he wanted to be down, he had to pick up a glock
you wanna be mb, got to let that sh-t flock
like, no, that boy got to to let that sh-t fly
if he see him a jet, gotta shoot him out the sky
like, no, that boy got to die
boy, you know i’m a demon, you can see it in my eye
like, straight pills when i’m feedin’ the hounds
like, tryna see a red nose on the ground
[verse 2: dudeylo]
see, me and mines, we was raised a lil’ different
gun was too big, had to aim a lil’ different
bro said, “it’s hot over there,” i’m like “f-ck it”
we catch ndot, i’m catchin’ that bucket
ahh, i don’t know why they think that we cousins
all that dissin’ come with repercussions
i’m like, m row, like, do you see what i see?
i’m with the makks, b-tch i came with sb
b-tch, i’m the o’s and i’m playin’ for keeps
ahh ahh, he can play with my body if he want to
sidestep, bullets kickin’ like kung fu
oh she the line, but i told her i want to
like, i’m tryna f-ck up her bundle

[verse 3: m row]
finger been hurt, addicted to cl!ckin’
i was on camera, don’t care, i was fl!ckin’
bro said, “d-mn, m row, you trippin'”
how many blocks i done been through flippin’?
shots ringin’, everyone dippin’
dudey was buggin’, i told him he trippin’
n-gga threw all 6 out of the smith &
shoulder was hurtin’, that sh-t was kickin’

[verse 4: bloodie, dudeylo, and m row]
like, i get mad, start thinkin’ ’bout bros
reach in that bag, boy, you not goin’ home
see we be shavin’, he think we don’t know
like, twin, he be f-ckin’ his hoe
bladder, beatin’, hittin’ it slow
f-ck from the back while she throw up the o
movin’ like demon when i ride on that bike
straight shots, bro i don’t like to fight
two different opps that went out by that knife
gpop, lotti, it’s time to go siph’
n-gga died from the pokin’, these n-ggas jokin’
know n-ggas be mad n-ggas losin’ they life
like f-ck a party, i’mma give him a show
like, won’t call on my phone, i’m on ghost
i reach in my pants, bro, she already know
you just got f-cked by that b-tch that-
like, like, after i f-ck her, that b-tch goin’ home

- bloodie dudeylo

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