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letra de out my crowd - cobo75

[chorus: cobo75]
he tried to run, got his dumb-ass bl!cked right down (bah, bah, bah)
won’t pay you no mind, you wasn’t around, n-gga, when i was down
i go blind and deaf when fake n-ggas come around
’cause they hate, but show love to my face, delete ’em out my crowd

[verse 1: cobo75]
i got a bad b-tch, can’t go out bad for no trash sh-t (bad)
buy her bags and lashes even though she got a bag for it
one foot in the door, they mad, they sick
call up, shh, for bullets and clips
i feel like shaq when he broke that rim
this not a mac, this better than them (brr)
i lost brothers in this sh-t, long live my n-gga gl!ck (ayy, man)
me, him and pluto in the whip, over the edge how we live
every time i pull up to his crib, he gave me the dracey for a nick’
if you ain’t got a b, can’t hop in this (body)
i love to see my opps on the strip, i love it
my block like home alone, try to enter, it’s goin’ wrong
every time they lack we makin’ a pack, that’s why it’s a dead zone (bah, bah)
don’t own a gun, what drug he on? not that rapper, i’m hands on (the f-ck?)
ttd love them switches, the opps, they cliquin’, that’s just more headstones

[chorus: cobo75, ebk eski, both]
he tried to run, got his dumb-ass bl!cked right down
won’t pay you no mind, you wasn’t around, n-gga, when i was down (ttd eski)
i go blind and deaf when fake n-ggas come around
’cause they hate, but show love to my face, delete ’em out my crowd (ayy)
[verse 2: ebk eski]
we lost family in this sh-t, long live my broski tana
real block maker, risk taker, cuz, he play with hammers
better take it easy, lost him, it’s easy for me to do whatever
and i know i can do better, but somebody gotta go on a stretcher
lost the baby who tote the fifty, now shorties get sh-t together
broke my heart, ho tryna fix it, it still’ll be cold if i let her
n-gga dissed the bros and then got tucked and rolled, thinkin’ he got leverage
chrome and black, salt and pepper, bl!ck him down, now or never
really in this sh-t, no innocents and we only respondin’ ’bout that cheddar
walk sh-t down with that lead, you would think we writin’ a letter
on all the opps, we winnin’ the better
but what you expect? n-ggas be bappin’
i’m already knowin’ these n-ggas be lackin’
caught a mick’ and then what happened? (fah, fah)

- cobo75

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