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letra de bluuwuu 2.0 (uncensored) - digga d, sav’o & horrid1

[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 thе ‘net, you p-ssy
live in the flеsh, 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, in mozart alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow)
gb better add a next two, in acton 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: sav’o]
woo slipped and got tucked into bed (baow, baow)
permanent rest, he ran out of breath (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 s2saucy 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 ripped 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, hope we end your life in the place you’re livin’ (buh-buh)

[verse 3: ty & digga d]
hrb to the agb (bah, bah, bah)
stop it, that ain’t no active pattern
stuttz got shot and he died on the scene, oi, pass me the weed
let me roll this f-ggot
10 v 1 got cheffed in my bum, cheffed him in his lung, don’t talk about active (bah, bah)
l!cked over —- and he flew in the air
now he’s in the air, i wish i’d packed him (finish him)
woo got slapped, wish bro got a headshot
happy that my man died, but i’m p-ssed that gang didn’t pack off fdot (woi, woi)
just circled the whole of gb, third avenue in my mind for the next stop (baow)
let me see sav on the hr, back my shaver, imma cut that deadlock
life taker, i ain’t givin’ out leg shots
[verse 4: rack5]
if you’re tough, better back what you’re sayin’
we do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin’
he got bored up, ten wounds what i gave him
i’m cravin’ packs, let me find where you’re staying
swingin’ them swords, i ain’t doin’ my chores
and i boot off the door if i can’t find a way in
slide and man turn into pack not patience
slid over there made the glock start rainin’

[verse 5: horrid1]
i heard woo talkin’, he ain’t talkin’ no more, got packed off, chest got slapped off (bah, bah, bah)
nah, —-, everyone thought it was the guys packed him
’cause we been shootin’ on that block (baow, bah-bah)
rollin’ the p and i’m takin’ man’s hat off
try do it to creepz but he dashed off (dashed off)
back to the dotty on them, did a scratch-off
would’ve been five of them dead if bro banged off (buh-buh)
f-ck northolt, they ain’t touched no one from grove why they rappin’ like that
they been stabbed and blamed
but the guys did an eye
three boys in jail for them shootings, stop cappin’ like that (cap, cap, cap)
sharpen the blade, carved up his face, dark in the rave, loaded
ready to bark in a place, he got bored in his head, it was far from a fade
gang tore him to shreds with the sharpest of blades
[verse 6: msk-m]
like, what’s the confusion? broad day bootings
eveybody knows that the golbourne losin’
if i get the drop with a glock, i’m routin’
slap ’til the hang-ting’s toothless (baow, baow)
side by side, shotguns, we abuse them
i gave the order, vladimir putin
somethin’ got bunned, to my ears, that’s music
family’s grievin’, crime scene gruesome (dead)
cro got the get back, i salute him, now i got woo all in my blue slim (bluuwuu)
n-gga, don’t be stupid, free cj from the 10, bluuwuu sh-t (bluuwuu)
us or them, what side are you choosing?
i’m really into it, don’t find it amusin’
spoke to bro on the phone, said, “which one’s dyin’ next?
“kkid or 2things

[verse 7: dodgy]
we make families grieve (cry)
they bring up my name in that mornin’ briefs
i’m armed and dodgy, i’m linked to bodies
go on then, ask police (no cap)
selfish got y.creepz trying to visit his friends (gang)
had rackz tryna argue with me
wash slime of my blade in aunty’s sink
and watch the cookies, it’s hard to believe
if it’s war, i’m not gonna stop (not a chance)
the lord knows if i clock me an opp, it’s hot up
bro, which one’s gonna drop? the mali done got shot in his shop (bah)
crocodile t–th gettin’ done in the crops
if the star had dogs, i ran with the crop
we turn up west as well, we bun mystro, we cheffed up gwopz

[verse 8: zk]
i didn’t hit run to the ‘net when i hit up the ends
i did it with a brownin’, that’s high-power
bro got touched, couldn’t sit there sour
i lit up two estates within a hour
nine out of ten, it’s me that’s bootin’
mission complete when i petrol shower
opps send threats it don’t make no sense
should i step and kick up the flowers?
.38s grab no salt, .22 long like the eiffel tower
austin with a hand-ting got powers, and i don’t wanna hear ’bout bandiz
he got chinged on the corner of powis
lugga, nines, get him devoured
spread them pellets, shotgun showers

[outro: digga d]
hehahahahahahaha
it do hit different when n-ggas think you got no bodies, gang
i’ll bug up, do your homework, bro
we really be k!llin’ n-ggas, man (gang)

- digga d savo horrid1

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