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letra de real bloody - enphamus

[intro]
ayy
get real bl–dy ’round here
triple crazy
[?]
uh-huh, ayy
mmm, ayy
ayy

[chorus]
it get real bl–dy ’round here, everyday it’s that time of the month n-gga, period
reach for my chain, i’on care who you is, i banana’d the clip for the n-ggas who curious
let it be known, if you play with my blood, you gon’ be on the walk-a-way faster than furious
why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo’ anger on me then yo’ mom gon’ bury you
i’m really from ‘dem apartments, i really come from the struggle, the trenches to play with my hardest
i just went viral on ig, the trenchеs was watchin’, i’on know what the h-ll y’all done startеd
i’m finna’ snap until gucci an’ gotti come in my dm and say, “boy, you the hardest,”
you do not know how it feels, my gun on my hip just to go out an’ throw out the garbage

[verse 1]
ho really know i’ma stepper
you not convertin’ my brothers
i load up a clip, an’ you know i pursue a vendetta
body for body an’ big [?] on my pendant
don’t make me come live off them letters
he really thought he could fake me, i load up the drac’ an’ i put his whole head on a sweater
i know a n-gga who ain’t go to college who bring out tha’ dough like a school semester
breakin’ the quarters
never the shortest
city of origin
they blessed an’ important
i jumped off the porch wit’ a big body .40
i’m hearin’ n-ggas, extort him, extort him
just take off his jewelry an’ beat him, record him
i’m in the foreigns, just jumped off my porch, an’ i caught the lil’ ho at the movies on [?]
you see the vvs rainbow, an’ that’s why i came right after the storm
hope you don’t try it, but want ’em to try it, i’m jus’ tryna’ show off the [?] of my foreign
yellow an’ black in the ‘scat, but she hop in the whip, an’ the only thing from the trap foreign
bumblebee-booty, she my big an’ fast, she only give me some if i pop the foreign
i’m tryna’ break the ho, scared of the trap spot, no mo’ havin’ the have-nots
an’ i gotta’ [?], middle-man in that crack pot, i’m the type pour a crack rock
b-tch, you not finna’ pop if you poppin’ on tiktok, boy i stay wit’ a big glock
but the biggest of steppers couldn’t fit in these shoes, to me it gon’ feel like a kid’s sock
betta’ stay in yo’ lane like bryan, matter-fact n-gga, just stay in yo’ lane like tory
all in my comments, i’m gonna’ drop, on god he ain’t come out the house like cory
he wit’ his n-ggas, a room full of p-ssies, i get in the door, thought i walked in an orgy
an’ four of us standin’ on business, really been it, n-gga play and gon’ miss like [?]
n-gga, this straight off the forehead
i was in, now i’m out like some bow-legs
told a thotty, “i need me some mo’ head,”
make her stay on her knees, she got no legs
from the back, you would think she got fo’ legs
i can’t finish, it’s gon’ be a broke bed
all this [?] i’m spendin’ on [?]
put the beam on his nose, now his nose red
really sorry for what it done come to
i ain’t sorry for what i done did to ’em
when i pull up in ricky’s, he run
he remember .223 slid through ’em
i don’t fast, i’m jus’ facin’ my blunt
everyday, know exotic is mid to him
i don’t cop ‘less it smell like a skunk
.308 like i’m shootin’ a [?]
i can take on the city wit’ ‘dis gun
trigger happy, i dare you to say sum’
n-gga must got a rocket, but he a blunt
he been tellin’ ’em hoes he gon’ take sum’
if i dirty the choppa up this month
i could call up big ki, he gon’ make one
mama told me, “they sleepin’ on you, son,”
like i’m somethin’ for n-ggas to lay on
like i’m somethin’ for n-ggas to play with
like my glizzy don’t come wit’ a k!ll switch
only k!llas who i’m in the field wit’
like i’m hungry, i just need a meal quick
tryn’a double the r, that’s for real rich
an’ you groupies don’t care who you been wit’
for a birkin, you’d hop on a lil’ d-ck
ho, just gimme’ six feet ’cause i feel sick
[chorus]
it get real bl–dy ’round here, everyday it’s that time of the month n-gga, period
reach for my chain, i’on care who you is, i banana’d the clip for the n-ggas who curious
let it be known, if you play with my blood, you gon’ be on the walk-a-way faster than furious
why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo’ anger on me then yo’ mom gon’ bury you
i’m really from ‘dem apartments, i really come from the struggle, the trenches to play with my hardest
i just went viral on ig, the trenches was watchin’, i’on know what the h-ll y’all done started
i’m finna’ snap until gucci an’ gotti come in my dm and say, “boy, you the hardest,”
you do not know how it feels, my gun on my hip just to go out an’ throw out the garbage

[outro]
ho really know i’ma stepper
you not convertin’ my brothers
i load up a clip, an’ you know i pursue a vendetta
body for body an’ big [?] on my pendant
don’t make me come live off them letters
he really thought he could fake me, i load up the drac’ an’ i put his whole head on a sweater
i know a n-gga who ain’t go to college who bring out tha’ dough like a school semester…

- enphamus

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