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letra de murda flo - lil' hawk (bloods)

intro:

– blood, how the f-ck that’s why i discovered, hpw do other mothaf-ckas get their time in papers, blood? you know i’m sayin’?
– you get off like that, huh…
– basically, i don’t f-ck, where do we come-the checks just come in, blood? ay, what, ay tryna turn into a, kick back og gangsta from on the streets, mad lanin’, man, i’m havin’, blood, i mean on lanes, n-gga

verse:

i know these mothaf-ckas like “d-mn, this n-gga spittin'”
i guess i’m feelin’ like that n-gga nas, this sh-t was written
when it come to this rap, i’mma reberate
it’s all day, with the k, the magazine will spray
i paint the vivid pictures, come find this sh-t and getcha
f-cked off, carried off, my b-tch n-ggas
do i trust somethin’? i don’t trust nothin’
if the sh-t lookin’ brazy then my gun is bustin’
my flow is sick, i got stupid bars
these b-tches ridin’ on my d-ck like they in (?)
i’m quick to woop in on it, then i’m bookin’ on it
i ain’t the n-gga that be trippin’, i’ll be sippin’ on it
i’m a gangsta and a gentleman, in the red pendletons
was the last that they saw, when i hit them in
i’m burnin’ rubber on the bike, smoke from the tires
politicians i don’t f-ck with, and they some lies
so many babies crips, but hey, who am i?
just another black n-gga that they want to die
the ghetto’s gettin’ cold, you better dress warm
i ain’t actin’ like no b-tch, for me that’s out the norm
i gotta have some faith, they go in every ways
my enemies i swear they see some other days
i’m from cmg, so don’t f-ck with me
i got some n-ggas that will ride with me, on the b
but i’m a red rida, so i can hold my own
mafia known, mafia shown ’til the n-gga gone
a storm in the mount, they don’t bee me kreepin’
this sh-t i got up out the window, everybody sleepin’
yeah, rise and shine, military time
this not a drill, this sh-t is real, i’m bustin’ twin nines
it’s a thin line, you bet not never cross
you ain’t no boss these n-ggas off, i’m ’bout to k!ll ’em off
i’m a damu, that’s blood language in swahili
asalamu with the strap i’m always standin’ busy
i ain’t buyin’ what you sellin’, you’s a counterfeit
this punk b-tch think she snitch, she been around a bit
i’m sorry, baby, but i’m not a rookie
slide the bread and you can play wit’ yo’ own p-ssy
i’m on that bity sh-t, i slide like this
i don’t know about you but i get mines like this
one to my n-gga braze, the figueroa rida
most likely taken, the trigga built the fire
my mama always told me “son, don’t tempt your life”
no matter if the situation, is wrong or right
i know she love me, she (?) want me so she always prayin’
every night i’m shoutin’ off with the god’s plan
this lifestyle that i live i don’t recommend
ain’t gon’ get yo’ ass out, once yo’ ass is in

- lil hawk bloods

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