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letra de setty blu - cblu

[intro: c blu & set da trend]
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look
ahh, ahh
grrah
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c blu

[verse 1: c blu]
yeah, i’m tired of these rap n-ggas dissin’ (facts)
when they see me, i hope they perform
like, why they keep saying my name?
like, i don’t let it rip for the gang (grrah)
i be flocking for nazzy, and scorin’ for jayripk (grrah)
any n-gga who play, get a face lit
they like, “setty blu buggin'”, they telling us, “chill”
2 deep, 2 knocks, yeah, it’s time to go drill
[verse 2: set da trend]
b-tch, tell me which one of y’all n-ggas perform? (which one of y’all?)
i’on talk with my hands, that’s on jb, i ball
there go a opp, i’m finna pack him
e.o.s, every o shot, i hеard ek a bum, and blockwork can’t go to his block (at all)
i know a opp that got hit in his neck (grrah)
how the f-ck is that n-gga alive? (likе how?)
free [?], got caught
free mali, he shacked
everybody k, they don’t get into that
talk on setty blu, better state the facts
stomach shot, rippin’ through his back
if he run, don’t trip like dubs
get hurt wit’ the knockers, whoever thinking’ i’m smokin’ what?
i’d be dumb if i go out like rah
move look, he shoulda died
no, there’s too many opps in the sky
why they dissin’ us? i’on know why
bring the pole [?] f-ck sh-t up, everywhere i’m gripped
try to run up on me, you gon’ die

[verse 3: c blu]
i heard aj ain’t make it, that boy couldn’t drive
thought he was walkin’, flipped over and die
all my opps got no luck in the v
mexxy, he lacked, he got blast in the v
rah rah, he lacked, left his brains on the seat
so many opps, i could name, they deceased
ain’t no lackin’, my knockers wit’ me
try to fight, i’ma back it and squeeze
.30 stick in my pants, got me feeling like steph
catch an o, i’ma, grrah-grrah
i don’t say it ’cause you know the rest
posted with knocks, we stay in the [?]
come outside and let’s put it to test
[verse 4: set da trend]
know a opp that got left, i ain’t mention him yet, all i’ma say is y’all needa get back for y’all deads
try to back-door me, you ain’t back-doored sh-t
spin through the 4’s, tryna do ’em like teequo
she lacked in the clip hole, three holes
we gon’ spin through the well, tree hole
[?] free throw, gotta look both ways when you run into me
if i don’t got the knocks, she get hit wit’ the v
n-ggas gettin’ on tracks, just rappin’, who they wanna be?

- cblu

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