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letra de blaka blaka blaka - christ dillinger

[intro: christ dillinger]
ayy, ayy
ahuh
-is this recording?-
ahuh, ahuh, ahuh
-ay you already know what the f-ck goin’ on-
-christ dillinger in this b-tch-
huh, huh, huh (skrt)

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
and you already know (you know)
that we got the choppas (the choppas)
and you already know (you know)
we hit yo’ blocka, blocka, blocka
and you already know (you know)
that we move that dope (that dope)
and you already know (you know)
yo’ b-tch in my crib doin’ dope (what)
and you already know (they know)
that we light it up (it up)
and you already know (they know)
christ dillinger don’t give no f-cks (give a f-ck)
and you already know (they know)
that i take yo’ wifey
and you already know (what?)
that y’all n-ggas don’t like me (what?)
(b-tch i load that glocka)
ayy, ayy (what?)
b-tch i hit yo’ blocka
with the f-ckin chocka
let a f-cka (?)
ayy, ayy
blaka, blaka, blaka
big ass f-ckin’ choppa (what?)
go blaka, blaka, blaka
blaka, blaka, blaka
blaka, blaka, blaka
blaka, blaka, blaka
blaka, blaka, blaka
[bridge: christ dillinger & lil darkie]
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (send that n-gga to the moon)
boom, boom, boom
-r-raggy? where’s lil darkie?-
-uh, he’s over there scoob-

[verse 2: lil darkie]
scooby dooby doo
n-gga who’re you?
i’m a looney toon who dues be do be ruby
tip these through the moon
sue me b-tch, a movie quick
i’m shootin, zoomin and he truly doomed
bring your puny goons
i’m a villain
bowl ain’t fillin’, never fillin’
break the ceilin’, steal a million
fade on ceilin, damage dealin’
liquid spillin when i’m k!llin’
i be smilin’, never chillin’ i be wilin’
you be yellin’, i be silent
disrespect, it can get violent
grip a tech i hit his spine in
then his neck bah-low his mind in
i don’t got a 40, uh
b-tch you got a fitty, it’s a pity that it’s sittin’ you down
i written it down, it’s cl!ckin’ like a bit when it pound
and sh-ttin’ the rounds, and hittin’ like the top of an ounce
so hop out outta bounds, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
don’t try to follow, we fly like a swallow
you built like you hollow, i’m built like apollo
i’m built like poseidon, she wet so i slide in
and i’m better when high and i bet that i’ll cry if i take some more mushrooms
n-gga i’ll crush you, won’t even touch you
i’ll just get larger n’ larger
i’m bustin’ down harbor inside of a charger
put charges on barges inside of the harbor and mark your departure
yuh, i’m a cartoon lil n-gga
i’m built like a marker but darker
i move like a shark or a spider
my lighters are brighter
i roll my sh-t tighter
won’t hire no writer
cus i’m the provider of lyrics
they hear it in spirit and eardrum
b-tch you appear dumb
totin’ that weird gun
rappin’ ain’t airsoft
cappin’, you bear soft
let’s have a stare-off
maybe a thumb war, it’ll be fun more
that’s what you come for- right?
tryin’ to play games
n-gga you way lame
not tryna say names, b-tch
i’m who you mad at (?)
or a f-g act jester
the maggot- right?
ha, huh, b-tch, b-tch
[outro: lil darkie]
hah, aw-aw man scoob-uh, that was a really serious burn
ruh-right raggy, ruh, project’s a f-ggot

- christ dillinger

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