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letra de back in blood (remix) - culmorecity

[intro: f3bi3n]
uh uh
gang

[chorus: f3bi3n]
all these n-ggas snitching on me, swear they couldn’t get enough
when i went back to my hood i seen bandanas, was it blood?
culmore city on my back and i got 33 in front
free lil eze, free lil eddy, free lil troublez, free em up
you can’t keep that sh-t a hunnid stack, you better run it up
when they all switched up on me, i looked and laughed and thugged it up
i was smoking on his brother, i was shooting up his cuz
i was f-cking on his thot and his momma sucked me up

[verse 1: f3bi3n]
i was f-cking up her belly, with these bullets let it rain
he was mad that we robbed his sh-t, he was mad, he popped a vein
hitting l!cks and home invasions with my younglings in a day
they call him og of the set but i do not care what he say
mk rider, mk arvi, mk tony, mk rave
f-ck lil jeff, f-ck my opps, my lil n-ggas’ll catch a stain
i know he just playing do or die, i’d pee on his grave
i’m on his ass with a tool now, busted up his brain
playing with my gangster or my rich k!ll you understood?
‘vino pop out off the cut with a glock, let it bust
arvi i know that’s my n-gga, gave me gas and couple blunts
shut yo goofy ass up, u ain’t gangster, u ain’t hood
[chorus: f3bi3n]
all these n-ggas snitching on me, swear they couldn’t get enough
when i went back to my hood i seen bandanas, was it blood?
culmore city on my back and i got 33 in front
free lil eze, free lil eddy, free lil troublez, free em up
you can’t keep that sh-t a hunnid stack, you better run it up
when they all switched up on me, i looked and laughed and thugged it up
i was smoking on his brother, i was shooting up his cuz
i was f-cking on his thot and his momma sucked me up

[verse 2: f3bi3n]
man they screaming f-ck lil rick? i checked him out deposits
i heard that they hitting l!cks? downtown eastside we rockin’
give his lil good ass a sticker for not ratting out the gang
but that don’t mean that u can hang with us cause boy we ain’t your friend
booked his ass out the cut to check if the n-gga was trained
but he came back at me with guns so my n-gga hit his frame
i can never give my hood up
he not tooka but he waiting in a bus stop for the woods to come
blast his ass after school huh
and they lil ass crying at his funeral, i’m eating good tons
beat his block with a new gun, i’m ready to go so slimey and i wanna catch a body

- culmorecity

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