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letra de blood on my name - ghetto baby boom

[intro]
(what up, savage?)
ain’t gon’ worry ’bout it, n-gga
yeah, we ain’t gon’ worry about it
what else, boom?

[chorus]
you can make that music that you shake your ass to (i ain’t on that sh-t, n-gga)
i’ma make that music that you blow your mag to (yeah)
go suit up, go get busy (okay), go suit up, tweak the city (come on)
they know it’s blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (yop, yop, don’t worry ’bout it)
you can make that music that you shake your ass to (what else?)
i’ma make that music that you blow your mag to (ghetto)
go suit up, go get busy (huh?), go suit up, tweak the city (come on, n-gga)
they know it’s blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (what else?)

[verse 1]
n-ggas say i’m dead, so my time gettin’ shorter (oh yeah)
crazy part about it, they ain’t ready, on my mama (i’m tryna tеll you)
n-ggas b-tches, you the type of n-gga shoot sh-t from thе corner (soft-ass n-gga)
you don’t want n0body dead, f-ck you doin’, tryna warn ’em? (lame-ass n-gga)
drop a lo’, put it on the floor, i pull up by myself (huh? they know)
all these n-ggas do is talk a lot, they beggin’ for attention (soft-ass n-ggas)
who is you? how you beef with ghetto baby and he don’t know you? (i don’t know you, n-gga, f-ck is wrong with y’all n-ggas?)
you the type to see him out and won’t say nothin’ (lame-ass n-gga)
ghetto type to see you out and get to blowin’ all in public (they know, yop, yop, n-gga)
if it’s up there, it’s stuck there, it ain’t no point in talkin’
i get money by my lonely, give a f-ck who f-ckin’ with me (yup)
if it ain’t about a dollar, i can’t even comprehend you (don’t worry ’bout it)
[chorus]
you can make that music that you shake your ass to (that’s what you on, huh?)
i’ma make that music that you blow your mag to (yah, yop)
go suit up, go get busy (come on), go suit up, tweak the city (don’t worry ’bout it)
they know it’s blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (i’m tellin’ you)
you can make that music that you shake your ass to (f-ggot-ass n-gga)
i’ma make that music that you blow your mag to (i’m tellin’ you)
go suit up, go get busy (yop), go suit up, tweak the city (don’t worry ’bout it)
they know it’s blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (real robbers, n-gga)

[verse 2]
you can make that music that’s gon’ get your people k!lled, huh
caught one to the opp, yop, all that playin’, that’s what you get, hmm
now, b-tch, come and f-ck a pit, huh, come suck a d-ck
i thought i told you, baby, we the realest it’s gon’ get
hmm, them n-ggas actin’ like they spin, them n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
she like the way i switch it up, she like the way i drip
she keep on tryna hit my ‘wood, i’m like, “this woody ‘dem”
he keep on tryna hit my ‘wood, i’m like, “you good, n-gga?”

- ghetto baby boom

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