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letra de bling blaow - kato2x

[intro]
i’m the motherf-ckin’ biggest, n-gga (kj let the beat knock)
i’m livin’ with the sh-t that’s on my pendant, n-gga
(that’s how i’m motherf-ckin’ livin’, n-gga)

[verse]
the biggest
n-ggas know who run the city
last two n-ggas survived and one died, they don’t know who did it
i’m in balmain with the d-ckie
reason why [?] still in the trenches
i hope that [?] up, quan can have it, complete the mission
got [?] thuggin’ with me, know he dizzy, he be spinnin’
closed casket [?] lawyer at the [?]
this wock’ i’m constantly sippin’, these [?] f-ckin’ up my kidney
my pack catchin’ up with me, wrecked the bеnz and copped the hemi
shе suck ’til i’m dizzy, blew some racks on her at fendi (racks)
and b-tch, i’m havin’ guap, your head was good, so i ain’t trippin’, ayy
bling blaow, n-ggas know how we get down
can’t get me with no b-tch, [?] far from a clown (n-gga)
life jacket can’t save n-ggas, in this water, they gon’ drown
fill ’em up with rounds, leave ’em stankin’ like a dog pound
and b-tch, we run the city, ain’t no such thing as opp town, ayy
bling blaow, she ate my d-ck in a nightgown
i’m scared to cuff a b-tch ’cause all these hoes be gettin’ around
he really from the south, we ran his b-tch ass to the mound
full-court pressure on all the opps, better not go out of bounds
uh-oh, another opp just got wrapped in a sheet
ski low with my ice on like these people ain’t gon’ notice me
all the b-tches notice me, she gon’ f-ck ’cause she know it’s me
i be blessed with a dollar, but f-cked up, i had ho in me
r-m-i-n-d-r, just a reminder to ’em, this is more than a bar
ayy, switch, it shoot so fast, n-ggas can’t get far
if you ain’t k!lled an opp, you can’t get up in this car
she suck my duck for free, i know she post up on lamar
seventeen muscle cars, so [?] labeled me a star
f-ck the whole city, rr against whoever
ebg, all them p-ssy n-ggas gon’ die together
don’t play with them too letters, like a laffy taffy, stretch ’em
you n-ggas ain’t k!lled an opp, so y’all just smokin’ pressure
toe tag, they gotta dress him and put his head back together
you know we want a n-gga head like a hoodie, no sweater
she play you if you let her, gotta k!ll ’em if you catch ’em
scope up on this rifle, nickname that b-tch the opp catcher
n-gga, ayy, find y’all somethin’ safe to do
n-gga got shot, shooter still walkin’, we can’t relate to you
face-to-face, you a ho, social media, do what b-tches do
come outside, i bet we spin the block like a hula hoop, n-gga
[outro]
go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), ayy
go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), ayy
go crazy, go crazy, n-gga

- kato2x

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