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letra de we in nyc - ealuhri

[intro]
(if i can make scars, do i have the power to heal them?)

[verse: ealuhri, double xl & ydouble]
we in new york city, don’t want sauer, lookin’ for blade
junkies on the block got me feelin’ kinda safe
lil yo gang brought blunts to the state
i jumped on the plane when i was on drugs
don’t bring guns through tsa
i flew your lil’ b-tch out just to suck
i’m on drugs like i’m a patient, off of the meds that k!lled juice wrld
watch me break this brick down, youngmob ski-mask, glock, no sound
i put the muzzle on the choppa, double m real block rockers
.300 black, block shaker
boostin’ my traps like home alone
i got purple on my pants but this time it’s not the jеans
luhri got a big-ass, long-ass mask, have you ever watchеd the movie scream?
lyg in n.y.c., lookin’ for a ‘k in ifc
benihana with a double cup like this sh-t was legal
dropped out of school to get some lil yo bucks, i’m tryna f-ck my teacher
all this dog sh-t, where the dog at?
taught hime young, he want a trackhawk
that boy got a desert eagle and the bankroll spread that boy out like a peac-ck
all these birds, feel like a raven, i’ll spin your block, all black
youngmob young n-gga like undertaker, hit your block with a cowboy hat
young n-gga mentally ill like kane
i just talked to trip, he finna parole out
i will smith & wess’ out a robot
lego boot when i kick your door in
trenchcoat when i take your load out
got a shock collar for your big dawg
and he shattered when he got with that .76
you know that the head dog gon’ holler
i’m d-gg-n’ this b-tch, i ain’t got no respect for a mutt, grab her by the collar
and you know that i’m all about a dollar
out the back of the splat, do it with the g-lock
leave the bank, let that money spread like a peac-ck
i’m a real 2000’s baby, was born in [?] then i spent a couple years on g-block
on lil yo gang, n-gga, long live droc
opp block, smokin’ brick with troc (woah)
pop out on his block with a double tap (woah)
give ’em h-ll, i like drippin’, i like chrome heart (glrrat)
in the booth, y in, we on gang time
this sh-t in my blood, i was born a rasta
i got a 320 stick, i went blockstar (blrat)
all black for the trench, i went mobstar (mob)
nascar, get away from a cop car
five-seven hit his head and leave brain matter
i got love for bullets and blood splatter (blood)

- ealuhri

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