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letra de rude boy - bloody! (taisiegel)

[verse 1: bl–dy!]
my white b-tch off ketamine when she come around
that b-tch too happy for me, my shooter dressed in all black
when they pop up, you know that they clapping for me
i get your ho in the bedroom and i make the freak b-tch clap it for me
i don’t know how to scam, so i told bro to clap this sh-t for me
i got a bad ass b-tch, but i’m in love with junya watanabe
pull up, take a n-gga b-tch, just because that b-tch look fine to me
me and 12 playing hide and seek and you know them n-ggas not finding me
i know you been out here doing d-ck, b-tch, why you lying to me?
i been on my own sh-t, ain’t sh-t a n-gga can say to me
just because i’m a rapper, that make your b-tch want to lay with me
you a f-cking capper, you get thrown off the map bus
to go to the backseat like we shooting scenes in the bang bus
i do this sh-t with ease, n-gga, for me it don’t really take much
that b-tch don’t even believe that she not a ho, so she don’t say nothing
i peeped a n-gga to be black and blue and he can’t say much
i got my d-ck in her mouth while she getting a call, so she can’t say much
if you a p-ssy n-gga, don’t get involved, n-gga, don’t say nothing

[verse 2: 1990morgue]
that n-gga a b-tch, why you taking pics with the guns?
he ain’t gon’ spray nun’
smoking on big dope, got my eyes low, n-gga, like i’m asian
if you want a feature from me or lil bl–dy!, we taxing
just send it through paypal, i’m moving this work on the grey hound
ducking from 12 got me skipping them states now
counting this guap and the sh-t give me flashbacks
remember days when i did not have racks
pull out that choppa, i’m feeling like mad max
body bag n-ggas, i ain’t talking about clap backs
i told him show me a band, and what do you know?
this broke ass n-gga ain’t have that
haters be all on my d-ck, but watching my moves
them p-ssy n-ggas get laughed at
shawty, she dropping it low, she shaking that ass
little baby, you know i’m gon’ tap that
my n-ggas kicking your door, get down on the floor
little b-tch, like where is the stash at?
my n-ggas sipping on wock, we don’t do the green
you n-ggas be sipping on hazmat
remember them days up in school, was breaking the rules
spazzing, i wasn’t in class, ayy
bl–dy!, he smoking on dope, it’s making him choke
so i told that n-gga to pass that

- bloody taisiegel

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