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letra de section - blueface

[intro]
fbeat go crazy (crazy, crazy)
rb producing all the heat

[chorus: blueface]
if you’re not from the set, b-tch, get out the section (get out)
crips in the room, b-tch, make some room (scoop)
better watch your tone, i’m a slider, that’s on bone (yeah, aight)
follow you in the foreign, when you die, i go home (huh)
that’s what i thought (thought), b-tch, you thot (bop)
you never heard of blueface, you’re not from the block
was a beef to a chop (woo), n-gga, f-ckin’ stock
i’ma stick with the mob (stick), b-tch, it’s a bop

[verse 1: hitta g]
bart simpson watch [?]
getting money, free the homie, still send them grain dots
orange chicken burger bustin’ out the p-n-s
wanna slash me on my chain just to take a picture in it, jump (that’s a walk)
couple stacks on washington, no wizards
n-gga say you wanna punch, go ahead, throw ’em in the blender
queen anne out the park, shootin’ dices with some members
and no, you can’t hang if you ain’t bringing your credentials, n-gga

[verse 2: teecee4800]
uh, came through local in some southern (ayy)
b-tch gaggin’ (real)
town n-ggas got it cracking (ayy)
make it bust, no jackin’ (yeah)
got me dancing like jacks’
i got a mate, i don’t care what you askin’, hey (aah)
f-ck that b-tch right out her hair lashes
i was loaded, i don’t care it was a catfish
[chorus: blueface]
if you’re not from the set, b-tch, get out the section (get out)
crips in the room, b-tch, make some room (scoop)
better watch your tone, i’m a slider, that’s on bone (yeah, aight)
follow you in the foreign, when you die, i go home (huh)
that’s what i thought (thought), b-tch, you thot (bop)
you never heard of blueface, you’re not from the block
was a beef to a chop (woo), n-gga, f-ckin’ stock
i’ma stick with the mob (stick), b-tch, it’s a bop

[verse 3: d-loc]
you can’t hide the b-tch in the show
223’s gotta knock off your nose
slow, uh, with the mob
hit a n-gga on the soul, not the body
how it’s a piñata, when i pull up to the party
n-ggas looking at me funny ’cause they know that i got money
but i’ll leave a n-gga bl–dy, bullets all in his tummy
backstreet 48-16, honey (ayy)

[verse 4: c5 tha reaper]
and we f-ckin’ up these streets, yeah, no discussion
make these hoes wet ’cause i’ma stack the money
off fake signs, yeah, boy, that’s where we aiming
let ’em out, fast n-gga shoulda bought a mase’
b-tch don’t like rabbits, but a wrist full of carrots
and you know where i front, it should get ugly and s-xy
hunnids on hunnids that get stuck to my pocket
boy, you better quit playin’, we gon’ compton streets
[chorus: blueface]
if you’re not from the set, b-tch, get out the section (get out)
crips in the room, b-tch, make some room (scoop)
better watch your tone, i’m a slider, that’s on bone (yeah, aight)
follow you in the foreign, when you die, i go home (huh)
that’s what i thought (thought), b-tch, you thot (bop)
you never heard of blueface, you’re not from the block
was a beef to a chop (woo), n-gga, f-ckin’ stock
i’ma stick with the mob

[outro]
fbeat go crazy (crazy, crazy)
rb producing all the heat

- blueface

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