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letra de ion know - lil moe 6blocka

[intro]
uhh, uhh, ay
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i be out here f-ckin’ up the streets
all you weak-ass rappers, y’all be f-ckin’ up the beats
when i’m done f-ckin’, b-tch, don’t try to go to sleep
you a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin’ up the heat
ayy, we don’t need no new n-ggas, we fine
chopper hit your ass, make you fast forward and rewind
i be posted up like a street sign
i don’t know about you and your gun, but i keep mine

[verse]
i smoke n-ggas and i smoke weed
and your dead homie, smoke him like some og
ayy, i finessed him out a whole p
told his ass it was hot but it was og
ayy, used to play the six but now we play the eights
don’t ride down this block ’cause we play with dracs, b-tch
i got on vlone by thе way
and i’m smokin’ on vlone by the trey (ayy, ayy, ayy)
run up on me wrong, you diе today
and i’m bustin’ off this mid, today is not the day (ayy, ayy)
and watch how you move and what you say
we turned him to a pack, that boy smoke like 1k (ayy)
how you with it and you don’t own a gun?
yeah you ’round a lotta n-ggas, but when you die, you the only one
high speed, take ’em on a run
glock 23, i love it so much, i can’t even throw the gun (hold on)
who this car? got me watchin’ in my rearview
oh, that’s the opps, yeah i spotted ’em with a clear view
i shot him once, that boy thought he got hit with two
when those hollows spread it get hard to move
shoulda hid his 9 on his waist, now he paralyzed from the waist
now his people cryin’ at the wake ’cause it’s n-ggas dyin’ every day
n-ggas dyin’ every day, bullets flyin’ every way
shot him in this face, now he literally dead weight
[1:47] six, i had to move up the street
i keep my bl!ck, you the type to have your move up the street
just to hide the bl!cks, i got a lil’ move up the street
and she gon’ suck and f-ck me good until a n-gga go to sleep
got a drop on lil moe, i suggest you don’t pull up
i’ma have this b-tch pointed, i suggest you don’t look up
them young n-ggas pop out ’cause they hit your top, they f-ck sh-t up
we might show up at your party, f-ck your function up
didn’t they tell y’all not to f-ck with them strappers?
since he actin’ like a child, we gon’ kidnap him
i get n-ggas wrapped up, i just like rappin’
make a n-gga disappear, poof, like magic
glock hold 32, that’s magic
if i shoot the whole thing, just imagine, that’s tragic
we got a lot of glocks that’s out the d side
and if a n-gga decide to live, we gon’ have to retry, b-tch
[chorus]
i be out here f-ckin’ up the streets
all you weak-ass rappers, y’all be f-ckin’ up the beats
when i’m done f-ckin’, b-tch, don’t try to go to sleep
you a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin’ up the heat
ayy, we don’t need no new n-ggas, we fine
chopper hit your ass, make you fast forward and rewind
i be posted up like a street sign
i don’t know about you and your gun, but i keep mine

- lil moe 6blocka

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