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letra de blood bruddas - desire (rapper)

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[intro:desire]
(woah)

[chorus:desire]
i’m the rookie of the f-ckin’ year
tryna cash out at (?)
if you’re looking for me b-tch i’m right here
b-tch, i’m back in that mode
sippin’ drank i’m losing control
f-ck the highway i’m using the toll
pop a oxy ,yeah that’s three in a row
they scream my name when i hit the door
i was high as h-ll ridin’ in the rolls
tryna put diamonds on (?)
[verse 1: desire]
got a bad b-tch coolin’ wit me
i just dropped a bag up in fendi
can’t wait for the amg i know they [pending?]
pullin’ off in the lamb truck
i know they f-ckin’ wit’ lil kobe
got me seein’ racks on me know wassup (wassup)
it’s gettin’ dark in the room, hol’ my wrist up and i light it up
i done put my b-tch in some (?) took her to the room and she bag it up
i know you wanna come ride
keep the bullsh-t right to the side
shе not tryna f-ck (?)
consumin’ the fake percs hе gon’ die
lil’ b-tch is stupid
big ol’ clip on the dracs shoot a movie
ran up my money i got me a toolie
(?), she not finna do me

[verse 2: summrs]
yeah, know when i’m clutching the drac put this b-tch right to your face
my chain could put out fire, i can’t even lie, i’m really him
ballin’ above the rim
my diamonds gon’ hit when it’s dim
we up, who is them?
smoking on (?) and (?)
bad lil’ b-tch look like kim
bought her some shoes, and some gucci, and louis
in love wit’ drank, i’m missin’ the fluids
stupid lil’ boy he gon’ make me do it
ion got no (?), lil’ b-tch is you stupid?
my fit to clean, my cup polluted
she got mad cause she wasn’t included
f-cked on her friends and she wasn’t included
feel on that p-ssy that b-tch is so gooey
i (?)
don’t f-ck with me off a perc, i get moody
i’m into this b-tch, i’m feelin’ her booty
[verse 3: summrs]
pull up
30 clip like a rula
chain feels like a coola (like a coola)
i’m with the gang, mob ties
yo ass might just die, f-ckin’ wit’ me and the guys
yeah i get high
all praise to allah
yeah i’m playin’ glock 19 to his head (to his head)
paint the city red, f-ck around population be dead
(population be dead)

[chorus: desire]
i’m the rookie of the f-ckin’ year
tryna cash out at (?)
if you’re looking for me b-tch i’m right here
b-tch, i’m back in that mode
sippin’ drank i’m losing control
f-ck the highway i’m using the toll
pop a oxy ,yeah that’s three in a row
they scream my name when i hit the door
i was high as h-ll ridin’ in the rolls
tryna put diamonds on (?)

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