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letra de cousins - drose (nj)

[verse 1: drose]
ugh, sblock, sblock, that’s me
sblock, sblock, that’s feez
and i shout that, ’cause that’s my team
that’s my brother or cousin, sh-t don’t even matter, we going for nothin’
[?] schmoney name, until you wanna rush in, dead opps, got me bussin’, [?] buggin’
ugh. they said i go hard to the core, for sure
f-ck it, let’s swing cause we bored
clap us an opp like a round of applause
and that card on me tapping for sure
want some bodies, we rack in some more
getting money, i’m stacking some more
tell that n-gga back up, he said “or?”
throw a punch, and i’m sending you forward

[verse 2: drose]
they took my gram, i ain’t a setback for a major, you know the rest
long live my brother, took shots to the chest
my brother died, he was reppin’ the set
i ain’t gon’ lie he put on for the s
talk bout’ driving, that boy was the best
got shot at a few times, but i’m blessed
cause i know some n-ggas caught shots to they tech
but don’t you know bullets hit flesh?
smoke his pops, cause that sh-t the best
free the opps, we just gon’ k!ll the rest
hit his head, give a f-ck bout’ that vest
and i’m on whatever
tell the police to get it together
cops on my d-ck, i ain’t good cause i’m clever, but soon as you spin we gon blow like a weather
[verse 3: drose]
free ten, free td
it ain’t nothin’ but love when they see me
n-ggas know what it is when they see me
betta’ have that sh-t on you, no bb gun
spin the opp block when they see me run
but go on the gram and this ain’t nun’
just betta’ be ready when yet they come
but if you say sumn’, the b-tch spray sumn’
f-ckin’ this b-tch to my new sh-t
in the gut, she go on to the music
tryna catch us a [?], no hoopin’
don’t give a bro no pole cause he stupid
get a [?] out the glass, snag
i can’t wait till’ i catch lil blast
when i catch him, i’m bussin’ his ass
from the s, i don’t care bout’ no pass
smokin’ za, i don’t pass, puff
don’t roll no blunts, he get mad huff
he gon’ get shot cause he mad tuff
got shot and survived and he had mad luck
growing up every [?] had it rough
he got [?] and pockets was up
don’t show me her gram, i’ll f-ck
please don’t talk bout the past, i’m cuffed
free stratz, we need him
judge on d-ck, now they tryna keep him
free all the members, we can’t wait to see em’
gang having kids, i can’t wait to meet em’
we spot a opp, in the storm, we beat em, sleep em, shoot at n-ggas for no reason
know we ain’t leaving, you can’t be from the s if you ain’t squeezing
n-ggas be ducking beef like he was vegan
put on my mask, rolls back the scheming
i got a .30 on me why [?]
on bullsh-t, but ball like i’m phoenix
i pop a .30 ball, now i’m sleeping
she f-cking with them n-ggas, i be peeping
she let me in i told her stop screaming
i bend her over she can’t stop screaming
i need them m’s i can’t stop dreaming
he caught some bullets, he can’t stop bleeding, wheezing
how you gon’ run from my demons?
b-tch i’m sblock, n-ggas know that we geeking
[outro]
d-mn. b-tch i’m sblock, n-ggas know that we geeking
how you gon’ run from my demons?
he caught some bullets he can’t stop bleeding
you n-ggas not 50 cent
you n-ggas not 50 cent
these n-ggas is not 50 cent
you n-ggas not 50 cent
f-ck
you n-ggas not 50 cent

- drose nj

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