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letra de niggas & bitches - damu ridas (bloods)

intro: b-brazy:

woo woo, what’s happenin’ b-tch, young aktive-ass n-gga suga buga
young sweet daddy braze in this b-tch, huh, huh, what, you best to barbecue a [?] b-tch one or the other hoe, you understand it’s me, huh, huh… k!ll that sh-t…

verse 1: suga buga (dogg):

n-gga sh-t, i’m comin’ off the light green mota?
501’s at crens’ with top pokers
i sock you n-ggas up like the log jam out
knock your head off yo’ shoulder when the old dad’s out (woo woo)
i got the hammer on the cannon
drunk to more less sets, i brought the stick and i’m still standin’
i get jocked by the b-tches while i’m hittin’ switches
they l!ck they tongue, put they titties out and blow me kisses
did i mention? i turn ’em upside down like a bat (bat)
i give ’em broken finger table scr-ps like raps
i rob ’em for the hood, you got problems with inglewood
bring it to the leven, where n-ggas cutting out they selves
[?] or chicken, when we all wanna spare l!ckets?
clap, and give the b-tch fip like pidgeons lap
with the twisters move, puffin’ whiskers
collect all my scrilla from all the b-tches

chorus: suga buga & b-brazy:
n-gga how many b-tches down to f-ck tonight?
and how many n-ggas wanna die tonight?
well i’m drunk in this b-tch fool we all can fight
and if you square up mnack mnack mnack, goodnight! (x2)

verse 2: b-brazy:

well i’m a gangsta, b-tch, i like gangsta sh-t
let yo’ mama keep the kids while we go hit fig
i’m hittin’ l!cks, daddy sick, hold up
daddy rims with the white on white caddy red pearl (ahh, give it to me girl!)
i’m splittin’ melons, bellin’
with my weapon on a mission while i’m fishin’ for a 187
you mad, i hit yo’ b-tch, too bad
my n-ggas’ twist herbos, with a blunt in her blunt, with the stick get tricked bait
the sweet daddy give it to ’em strip, yep
some of you n-ggas untighten yo’ cape
for the g-ngb-ng fanatics while we swervin’ up to drop the pigtails
dls, you can’t take my sh-t
lookin’ for me a b-tch that can hang with this d-ck and just
meddle with this switch, n-gga look don’t hit
this n-gga hit on me dawg so i just gave him so mo’
and hit the switches so hard i almost fell out the do’

chorus (x2)
verse 2: b-brazy & suga buga:

say, baby, we can do it, take your time, do it right
i’m beatin’ up the p-ssy all night (hah!)
hoggin’ up yo’ (?), jigglin’ my jawbreakers while you l!ckin’ my swipe, i like dikes
sh-t braze we just alike!
it’s two b-tches on braze so i get me right!
i turn into animal when i get my s-xuals
and if they flexible suck the t-st-cl-s
here we go, back the fundamentals
ass in the air, face in the pillows
finna play ping pong with you all night long
and fire up the bong, swig the jim jones
you talkin’ that sh-t ’cause fool you off that gin
so i’mma crack yo’ ass right off that chin
f-ckin’ with me you best to, run and hide, from this [?] right
and i’mma kick ya in yo’ ass ’til my knee catch fire, baby
domestic violence with a gang of problems, baby
a n-gga tired of the bullsh-t
come to get you with a full clip
and when i come i’m gon’ empty it, and take all yo’ sh-t

chorus (x4)

outro:
mnack mnack mnack goodnight! you folks best… mnack mnack mnack goodnight! mnack mnack mnack, goodbye! n-gga dogg and braze in this mothaf-cka, better eat ass, b-tch, eat ass, wipe yo’ mouf with toilet paper (eat ass, eat ass!), suwoop!

- damu ridas bloods

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