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letra de bluffin' - eastside ace

[intro: eastside ace]
whole lotta k!ll or be k!lled, n-ggas ain’t spin through the ville
glah
glah
look

[chorus:]
these n-ggas ain’t up
n-ggas is bluffin’
when i cl!ck on your b-tch keep runnin’
hop out the back of the v and keep dumpin’
ain’t mine, she ain’t mine, i ain’t cuffin’
hit it from the back, she love it
f-ck your gang, and the streets know the subject
how you og and the p know nothing?
[verse 1: eastside ace]
see n-ggas, i be backin’ this rap sh-t
they ain’t outside, we spinning, we active
on 5th, my n-ggas be blacking
you got caught in the jag, stop chatting
he dippin’, he duckin’
we gon’ see who gon’ tag em
if he ain’t from the 5th, it get tragic
f-ck a move, my k!llers gon’ whack em
bust a jugg, make a move with the [?]
throw up a 2, catch 2 to the facе
“oh he the man?” got nothing to say
don’t get poppеd trynna box like zay
bdg, doa if he jackin’ it k
he’ll shoot if he jackin’ my gang
if you ain’t let it boom then move out the way
fl!ck the switch on the bl!ck now i’m ooting for days

[chorus: eastside ace]
these n-ggas ain’t up
n-ggas is bluffin’
when i cl!ck on your b-tch keep runnin’
hop out the back of the v and keep dumpin’
ain’t mine, she ain’t mine, i ain’t cuffin’
hit it from the back, she love it
f-ck your gang, and the streets know the subject
how you og and the p know nothing?
[verse 2: sha ek]
gang, gang, gang
i put the o to the y
i put the o to the g
everything dead
f-ck the opps
this sh-t ain’t nothing to me
when we hop out, you better run
n-ggas be jackin’ its static but them n-ggas really my sons
die y them n-ggas doin’ bad
why the f-ck ya’ll be wasting ya’ll time in the stu’?
all of ya’ll n-ggas is trash
and i really be looking for ya’ll p-ssy n-ggas who jacking ya’ll smoking my dad
but these p-ssy n-ggas not outside
hop out, they gotta die
[?] i told that lil’ b-tch i just be smokin’ on rah

[verse 3: eastside ace]
like what?
you n-ggas ain’t up
who you really touch?
like we ain’t on that
n-ggas is dumb
ask for your mans, trynna carve him a dutch
waving white flags like “we had enough”
catch lil’ bizzy, his ass in a trunk
my shooter get to switchin’, no pivot
if his fingers is itchin’ he gon’ back out the bl!ck let it dump
n-ggas is down
n-ggas is what?
like i’m checkin’ my pockets i swear that i’m up
i done been there before, i’ma bend it some more
i be teaching the youngs when they up better dump
thinking they better, who better than us?
mention my name cause i’m giving it up
i ain’t do it for fame, b-tch i did it for us
and they been knew my name before they got-
[chorus: eastside ace]
these n-ggas ain’t up
n-ggas is bluffin’
when i cl!ck on your b-tch keep runnin’
hop out the back of the v and keep dumpin’
ain’t mine, she ain’t mine, i ain’t cuffin’
hit it from the back, she love it
f-ck your gang, and the streets know the subject
how you og and the p know nothing?

these n-ggas ain’t up
n-ggas is bluffin’
when i cl!ck on your b-tch keep runnin’
hop out the back of the v and keep dumpin’
ain’t mine, she ain’t mine, i ain’t cuffin’
hit it from the back, she love it
f-ck your gang, and the streets know the subject
how you og and the p know nothing?
glah

[outro: eastside ace & sha ek]
suck my d-ck n-gga
smoking on rah n-gga
ay ya’ll king of the bronx, king of the ville, we outside
we outside n-gga, suck my d-ck
and we not lackin’ n-gga, word to bro

- eastside ace

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