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letra de bluuwuu 2 (original) - digga d, chinx (os) & sav'o

[intro: 3bp]
yeah, you dun know already, it’s your boy bp
straight up tigga d, you dun know, holdin’ it down (ayy, madara, run that back)
ten years up in this b-tch (acebeatz)
still doin’ what we gotta do, you understand?
n-ggas ’round here still flippin’ birds
still got them sticks
all my n-ggas on my side straight blue gang
you already know already what’s goin’ on
we’re linked up, b-tch
movin’ as a collective, you understand?
anything blow over here, we’re dealin’ with

[verse 1: digga d]
we put the woo in blue (bluu, bluuwuu)
crept up, hit him with two
who smacked him? got the whole city confused (bah-bah-bah)
rest up gucc’ (rest up gucc’), tie up the boots
roll up and eliminate yutes (paow)
it looks good on the ‘net, you p-ssy
live in the flesh, your n-ggas are zoots (yeah)
they got broadday gassed up, ’bout assassin
’til he heard our ting slapping (brr)
no one in west can level my badness
you can’t be talking ’bout my block (bah-bah)
as if, the ak’s massive, the corn start crashin’
them man start dashin’, we nearly peeled him (bah-bah)
multiple mashings, multiple splashings
we caught his brother and k!lled him (bluuwuu)
roll up, tump out the ‘matic (buh-buh)
test the waters and see if it’s chattings (baow, baow, baow)
i got tired of stabbings, and mozart alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow)
agb better add a next two, in —- better add a next one (brr, baow)
twelve gauge broke had to buy a next gun (baow)
i was young first time i shot someone’s son (woi, woi)
[verse 2: chinx (os)]
which one should i roll up?
i can mention a few got a selection of zoots
cool let’s start with mitch in a blunt but ak and s smoke better in blues
clean up that block got swept with the broom
he’s gone gang have man plenty of wounds
come through if it feels like i’m sending for you
if it fits carry on wearing the shoes
take a pic, what you want?
dare or truth?
i already shared there secrets
i ain’t gotta spare them eidiots
you ain’t gotta dare me to shoot
tear the moncler with the goose
i’m loose il do it don’t care if there’s proof
i just bought a new pair of them boots
i’m live i got it right here in the booth

[verse 3: sav’o]
woo slipped and got tucked into bed (baow, baow)
permanent rest, he ran out of breathe (brr)
any last words and you’re screamin’ out, “help”
bro, who’s gonna help when you’re already dead? (baow, baow, baow)
fdot got packed ’cause of in-house beef
they don’t drill over here so they k!ll their own friends (yeah, yeah)
left —- too saucy, brought back slavery
broke that pole on his head (bah, bah, bah)
i smoke too much billy, i ain’t tryna run man down, p-ssio try run from a bullet (grr, baow-baow)
the mash is local, grab it and full it
if not, slide with a knife and jook it
catch me a pirate, i’ll captain hook him (yeah)
gruesome and brutal, and diggin’ and twistin’, gorey sight, you don’t wanna be lookin’
i bored man’s spine and he dropped in the bushes (yeah)
i’m the aggressor, never the victim (no)
he can’t remember, ruined his thinkin’ (no)
the way gang bricked him, dipped him, ching him, ching him
tomahawk, run him and k!ll him (yeah, yeah)
the things that i think, me and you are different (grrah, grrah, bah)
catch me a pack and go sleep like i didn’t (bah)
boot off the door, then beat off the 4s, [?] end your life like the place you’re livin’ (buh-buh)

- digga d chinx os savo

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