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letra de red & green - bloody! (1c)

[intro]
b-tch

[verse]
i’ma put his ass in a coffin, put his ass in a coffin with the .223
put his ass six feet, now the p-ssy ass n-gga can’t speak
i’m in second street in lower east with that glock, moving like a demon
i’ma run down on a p-ssy n-gga and i’ma rob his ass for no reason
white b-tch snorting coke off a n-gga d-ck, now the b-tch sneezing
got the red and the green beam on that pole for a n-gga tweaking
was talking all that sh-t, n-gga, now you underground and you leaking
i pop up in the am with that stick, n-gga, heat seeking
pop up in the am with that stick, n-gga, h-ll raising
that b-tch could never catch on, ’cause her brain small like a raisin
slide out in that freak car with that chop, get to erasing
my ho’ black but my b-tch white, so they starting to think that i’m racist
starting to think that i’m going up, ’cause i’m seeing all these dead faces
zayguap got that hockey mask, pop out the cut like jason
rolling up that mad budz in the sheet and i get to facing
rmo got that motion like they tapped in with freemasons
my old b-tch in a rich cult, ’cause her pops a freemason
i got a ice spice on my d-ck and i got a thick blasian
bop ho’ tried to come around for the clout, but it ain’t gon’ work
n-gga talking all that hot sh-t, pop up, make the glock jerk
make him harlem shake in the party, harlem shake in the party
make him harlem shake in the party, harlem shake in the party
make him harlem shake in the party, harlem shake in the party
gang, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, yeah

- bloody 1c

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