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letra de blackout - glo

[intro]
blackout
rockstar life
this how i’m gon’ live it
i can see it, vivid

[chorus]
(black out)
yeah, lil’ b-tch, this my new theme song (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt; blackout)
i call up my blasian, tryna see what she on (blackout)
some n-ggas turned their back on me like vlone (blackout)
big stunter, 1017, got double g on (blackout)
i might robert kelly, all the opps get pee’d on (p-ssed on)
it’s getting hot in here, who turned the heat on? (take your shirt off)
le-let her wear my chains when i f-ck her (let’s go)
i-i serve pure cocaine to my lover (to my b-tch)
th-that b-tch said that i’m a nasty mothef-cker
i-i thought— i thought they said wе was gon’ die, they still ain’t touch us (let’s go)
i smokе backwoods, b-tch, i don’t want no f-ckin’ dutches
guar-guarantee if i come shootin’, someone needs some crutches (pfft)
he put p-ssy over money, p-ssy over money
he went broke, that motherf-cking dummy
codeine in my stummy’
call my bleed up, “how you bummin?”
brother, know i’m sl-ttin’
i don’t know why she think she my bae
lil’ ho, we just f-cking (we just f-cking)
[verse]
put your guard up, suitcase came with large stuff in it (go)
[this some big rocks?]
i let my draco guard my pendant (baow)
it’s a blackout season (baow); everything went black (buh-buh-buh-buh)
yeah, let’s get it
it’s a blackout season; everything went black (buh-buh-buh-buh)
yeah, let’s get it

[chorus]
(black out)
yeah, lil’ b-tch, this my new theme song (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt; blackout)
i call up my blasian, tryna see what she on (blackout)
some n-ggas turned their back on me like vlone (blackout)
big stunter, 1017, got double g on (blackout)
i might robert kelly, all the opps get pee’d on (p-ssed on)
it’s getting hot in here, who turned the heat on? (take your shirt off)
le-let her wear my chains when i f-ck her (let’s go)
i-i serve pure cocaine to my lover (to my b-tch)
th-that b-tch said that i’m a nasty mothef-cker
i-i thought— i thought they said we was gon’ die, they still ain’t touch us (let’s go)
i smoke backwoods, b-tch, i don’t want no f-ckin’ dutches
guar-guarantee if i come shootin’, someone needs some crutches (pfft)
he put p-ssy over money, p-ssy over money
he went broke, that motherf-cking dummy
codeine in my stummy’
call my bleed up, “how you bummin?”
brother, know i’m sl-ttin’
i don’t know why she think she my bae
lil’ ho, we just f-cking (we just f-cking)

- glo

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