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letra de crime - bloodie

[intro: bloodie]
grrr
glahh
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mb mb
war on the track

[part 1: bloodie]
y’all gotta stop dissin’ my block. what the f-ck
like, like lotti get put in this blunt
like spinnin’ on feet, bro we don’t need a truck
don’t need a car, eight deep on a bus
like, i get mad and go take out my anger
free banga, mr. hop out and bang ’em
he seen us on [?] when he thought we were strangers
brodie thought he was [?] when the guns could’ve flamed ’em
the gz be tact when we spinnin’ on feet
like get to troopin’ we don’t need no v
like i get mad cuz my [?]
shot after shot, know we cleared out the scene
like, 8 deep. we was on coe
like ain’t no fed we gon call up the p
ayo jj, go call up sb
like i could call up the o’s or the sleeze
the hill, i’m the makk [?]
yus keep dissin, his man’s in a blunt
he was big ems but he cappin on the hush
like how the makks gon put you in the trunk
the s keep dissin, this sh-t got me tight
ayo dae, sha. dyk-
i heard his [?] was spinnin’ on a bike
they dissin on notti, that sh-t for the hype
like, kal g should’ve ran with the dyk-
catch dae ryer, we takin his life
like ain’t gon lie this my second time lit
like word to bro i done [?]
they was dissin on dot, had to get off the bench
like lee say it’s hot, put the knocks in her kicks
lil ndot keep dissin, that n-gga a kid
free quan out the spot bro just sn-tched him a [?]
[part 2: bloodie]
y’all gotta stop dissin’ my block. what the f-ck
like, like lotti get put in this blunt
like spinnin’ on feet, bro we don’t need a truck
don’t need a car, eight deep on a bus
like, i get mad and go take out my anger
free banga, mr. hop out and bang ’em
he seen us on [?] when he thought we were strangers
brodie thought he was [?] when the guns could’ve flamed ’em

- bloodie

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