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letra de blicc-a-thon - jezz gasoline

[intro]
they ain’t got no .50

[verse]
first off, who you blicc?
you don’t got no f-ckin hits
you ain’t ever took that risk
you lied bout a bunch of sh-t
look at me i’m on the h
i be out here night and day
and they said they on they’re way
so you know me, you’ll know i’ll wait
let him drive down this block
bet he will not get away
no sir, not today
i won’t let him slide away
head-shot left his eyes open, he looks wide awake
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homicide don’t be outside when we comin (don’t be outside)
and cc think he sniper rifle, leave him on his stomach (pew pew pew)
keep it comin, more sh-lls
his brains is gushin (his brains is gushin)
and if he live; cane, crutches and concussions
yeah my homie died but yours got hit with bigger slugs
we been scorin for so long they need to give it up (give it up!)
first shot knocked him down but he was sittin up (hahaha)
the second one hit his chest and he was spittin’ up
blood! (ew)
it was never love, (no!)
we want all the smoke (we want all the smoke!)
we got heavy lungs
ah, treesh tryna petty f-ck
she know my n-gg-s up
man f-ck it k!ll his block
since they not givin up
hah!
off this molly, this sh-t lit (this sh-t lit sm-tty loc)
gdk, f-ck them blixks (f-ck them blixks)
weez gang, to my d-ck (weez gang to my d-cka!)
and big opps, that’s my sh-t (big opps, that’s my sh-t bow!)
since you miss your bros we take you out his misery
we made all them packs
this sh-t looks like the dispensary (this sh-t look like a dispensary)
and f-ck the 7-5 b-tch you sh-ttin’ me?
two felonies, third strike, as scottie said: that’s infamy
feds want a rico charge but they not gettin sh-t from me
i’m a livin legend girl they gon’ remember me
i lost rod
i lost all the sympathy you get from me
i got a kid now, so certain sh-t don’t get my energy
feds fans too
they keep taking pics of me
feds on my mans too
he said “bro i won’t let them get to me” (i luh you bro)
i told him “get the bread” (bread)
then you gingerbread (then you gingerbread)
free my n-gg-s dog
wish they could’ve fled (that’s on god)
glizzy got no kick, (glllttt)
but it got a leg (got a leg!)
30 shots in this b-tch he look to his death
hah
i’m on 95th with the rips
life like mine, i be with some fly crips (with some fly crips)
crippin ain’t easy but, imma die to this (imma die to this)
and f-ck the other side, they ain’t ride since
they said “jezz, don’t go out like ra diggs” (no)
free all my gangstas in the penn
free la brim
i do what i want, gon stop me?
two 80’s like yabee
could call a mary to try me
but imma walk up, no time for no hospi
if i catch a body, (if i catch a body!)
i know plenty people could hide me
pop pills rollin hotties, send them in the crib with all them behind me now
all that sh-t is behind me
and he better duck, these bullet holes in the window
look like we threw a brick in his lobby (hah get it?)
and i’m not moving sloppy
there’s one up top, i feelin like mozzy
imma blow
i won’t let them n-gg-s do me like johnny
very disrespectful
yes you already know my body
and i’m not regretful, for what i did to any-body
if we catch you, you know we gon’ stretch a body
twist you like a pretzel
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run up on me, gun up on me
imma shoot till they sit back
see these little n-gg-s tryna get back
f-ck a sh-tbag, get his sh-t splat (splatt!)
this a bliccathon
so where them blixkys at?
lil baba told me where they gettin’ shiggy at (where they gettin’ shiggy at)
these n-gg-s jokes
they dancin’ where shiggy at? (where the f-ck is shiggy?)
heavy drugs, free ybn, we had plenty fent (free ybn!)
i’m a hustler sold dog food to plenty cats
these n-gg-s talk 50 shot sh-t
where that .50 at?
e&y n-gg-, where it get greedy at
i’m a goat with this rap sh-t they gotta gimme that (bow!)

[outro]

ayo reese man, imma end this sh-t however the f-ck i wanna end this sh-t man f-ck these n-gg-s bro

- jezz gasoline

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