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letra de blastin on deese hoes pt.2 - dj sound

[intro]
’cause i’m blasting-
’cause i’m blastin on dese hoes
’cause i’m blasting-
’cause i’m blastin on dese hoes

[verse 1]
this is the game of a n-gga, who’s gotta make some cheese
so i start to looking for my pistol, grip the squeeze
these n-ggas got me f-cked up, stepping up to me with that sh-t
i’m creeping through their cut, as i squeeze tight on my grip
these ho ass n-ggas stepping up, but see i’m bucking them down
you’re f-cking with a n-gga that don’t clown, ’cause i’m down
to squeeze my f-cking grip with destruction in my eye
i’m holding on my tone, so a buster’s gotta die
it’s time to make ’em duck, put his head in thе ground
my glock is to your head, don’t make a move or a sound
i clown with a gaugе when i’m high off that bud
i’m dragging you through the mud, ’cause the madmaine shows no love
so if you want to test me, b-tch, bring some (?)
but don’t be scared to die, ’cause i’m blastin on deese hoes

[hook]
robbing- robbing n-ggas, bucking b-tches, that’s what i’m about (x2)
make them- make them get down, shakin’ their pockets just like dice (x2)
[verse 2]
you got me f-cked up, you n-ggas still ain’t learn
you’re playing in the fire, so you’re destined to get burned
i’m throwin’ my mask on, as i grip my tone
another n-gga’s bleeding, so you know i’m getting gone
(?) on my murder weapon
the smell of n-ggas money keeps a n-gga like me clapping
i gotta k!ll my ex and even if it takes the kid
when you come from h-ll, tell me how that sh-t must feel
you’re f-cking with the madmaine, ain’t no joke
i’m letting my yalk smoke, ’cause these busters cannot cope
full of that plink, now i’m thinking about a crime
n-ggas want to step up to me, but they gizzin’ on a mine
the m-a-d-m-a-n, making ’em hit their knees
still in demand, hand me all your f-cking cheese
i won’t be satisfied ’til i make them hit the door
(so what’chu gonna do?)
ima blast on me a ho!

[outro]
robbing-
robbing n-ggas, buckin’ b-tches, that’s what i’m about
if i-
if i catch you slippin’, ima blast yo ass hoe
(-hey joey horror skit plays-)

- dj sound

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