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letra de more blood - damjonboi

[intro: fettie]
(jose the plug)
they never touched me
gang sh-t
ayy
ayy, boi, n-ggas ain’t really f-ckin’ with us, though
run this check with a feeling, n-gga
gang
it’s fettie, n-gga (it’s that way)
ayy (ayy)

[verse 1: fettie]
time to set the record straight, b-tch, let me regulate (yeah)
always been the one to have the b-tch, i ain’t never late (i do)
always been the one to go get it, i ain’t never hate
twenty to me on my first l!ck, we was jackin’ j’s
i think i served my first dope fiend 2008 (ahh)
must’ve served twenty aunties off a glass plate
my grandaddy was a preacher, mama f-cked with the yay (real)
pops used to run the dope spot back in ’88
just dropped two fours of wockesha, this my last eight (ahh, ahh)
i think i’m tired of f-ckin’ with this b-tch, this my last day
i told myself i’m done with the dope, this my last slate
and then a n-gga hit my flip phone for a thousand bricks
my old b-tch met my new b-tch and i f-cked ’em both (skrrt, skrrt)
took my hoes, started cheatin’ on each other, i dumped ’em both (haha)
i’m tired of rappin’ ’bout my dead opps, so i dropped a ghost
[?] startin’ yellin’, “more blood”, and we upped the score
[verse 2: damjonboi]
huh, ayy, i’m a f-ckin’ dog (real)
we ain’t trippin’ on no b-tches, we done f-cked ’em all
lame n-ggas keep fallin’ in love, he done cuffed ’em all
hit the set with a twenty piece just to f-ck it off
in a foreign with a foreign gettin’ sucked (gettin’ sucked)
if them b-tches get behind me, then i’m f-cked (d-mn)
i ain’t never missed with this b-tch, n-gga, i’m clutch (yeah)
lame n-gga talkin’ down, so it’s up
i could’ve swear i told you n-ggas we was bomin’ back
put your b-tch on the road and make her bring a hundred back (yeah, yeah)
we ain’t trippin’ on the hate, i know what come with that
try to ride through the zone, better come with strap (woo, b-tch)
mmm, i’m just statin’ facts (for real)
i just f-cked off a dub, but i’ma make it back (no cap)
i told this b-tch that i love her, i’ma take it back
me and plug daily with this sh-t, n-gga, straight from scratch (woo)
ah, this sh-t gettin’ real, so why you playin’? (huh?)
can’t let these n-ggas take me, i ain’t goin’, i’m just sayin’
ever since i dropped “capers”, b-tches wanna be my friend
i used to ride the shooter, now i pull up in a benz
i’ll make your b-tch faint if i let her touch my hand
bird buzzin’ off the ‘nejo, that’s my mans
we gon’ bust your motherf-ckin’ head if you try to play him (b-tch)
sb, fmmg, that’s the fam’, b-tch

- damjonboi

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