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letra de ran it up - blvdbizz

[intro]
okay, carter, talk to ’em

[chorus: blvd bizz]
n-ggas ain’t ridin’ with you, you f-ckin’ fired ’em up with pistols
lost my mind, yeah, i got issues
late at night, i grip my pistol
plenty glocks, i’m tryna vengeance
i don’t know, you n-ggas hatin’
tryna make you eat the pavement
man, i’m too stuck in my ways
i got money, now i ran it up
pull up in lamb’ truck
n-ggas can’t handle us
and i did this sh-t all on my own, no one can manage us
freedom is a must for all the bloodas doing calendars
[verse 1: blvd bizz]
i been trappin’ in the booth, i graduated from the streets
got the draco for the problem, if you got one, we could meet
i been hustlin’ all my life, now i make thousands off a beat
n-gga, who the f-ck is you? i know your partners heard of me
slime, n-gga, fah-fah-fire ’em up, bye, n-gga
ride around thе city with my wild hitters, live, n-gga
we bе in the trenches, other boys don’t come outside
n-ggas talkin’ crazy on the net, but then they hide
money be the motive
bust up out the trap for set, the young lil’ bros in motion
tell my bloodas, “rap, but don’t you slack, you gotta focus”
never ever slip and don’t you ever show emotion
oh, sh-t

[chorus: blvd bizz]
n-ggas ain’t ridin’ with you, you f-ckin’ fired ’em up with pistols
lost my mind, yeah, i got issues
late at night, i grip my pistol
plenty glocks, i’m tryna vengeance
i don’t know, you n-ggas hatin’
tryna make you eat the pavement
man, i’m too stuck in my ways
i got money, now i ran it up
pull up in lamb’ truck
n-ggas can’t handle us
and i did this sh-t all on my own, no one can manage us
freedom is a must for all the bloodas doing calendars
[verse 2: portion]
oh, we was outside on that boulevard
you know we stand on business
i don’t kick it with them n-ggas, they be gossipin’ like b-tches
if he really was a shooter, he won’t never leave a witness
wanna give ’em headshots for all the times they tried to play me
finger f-ck that trigger like a b-tch, i have her on y’all
she ain’t want me then, but now she f-ck me like a p-rnstar
they gon’ need insurance for that jewelry, call up onstar
you can see the pain, it turn me beast, i tried to warn y’all
really from the bottom, so they love me like i’m from the street
now i wanna stunt on every bad b-tch that front on me
i can see they lame, they want that fame, i leave them under me
hit it ’til it flame, and leave your main n-gga on a tee

- blvdbizz

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