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letra de blew it - lil scoom89 & screwly g

[intro: screwly g]
(that n-gga nate crazy, okay, bet)
mm (ayo, run that up, rami)
(ki, you cooked this?)
uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: screwly g & lil scoom89]
uh (yeah)
n-gga, i make murder music (yeah)
we k!llin’ the n-ggas who say we opps, your dumb ass better not say we into it (pew, pew)
goofy n-gga thought i was lackin’, stick in my jacket, he had his chance, but he blew it (pew, pew, pew, pew)
n-ggas recordin’ they opps (pew), not shootin’ they glock, i dare a n-gga try to play stupid (pew, pew, pew, pew)
uh, uh-huh (pew), tired of the switch, finna slide with the uzi (pew, pew)
still slidin’ through the opps’ block, speedin’ down they block, tryna hop out and shoot me a movie (pew, pew)
these opp n-ggas startin’ to think with they d-ck too much, these n-ggas be dyin’ for some coochie
f-ck n-gga make me mad, they know i’ll crash, left his head on the dash, should’ve used it
last n-gga just got shot for d-ck-ridin’ my opps, told n-ggas ’bout actin’ like groupies (grrah)
lil’ bro keep catchin’ k!lls in the field when he go on a drill like he playin’ call of duty (uh)
tell them n-ggas they can f-ck with them other rappers, but them n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with screwly (uh-uh)
i’m the one tryna drop a bag on all my opps (grr), catch a face, still’ll jump out shootin’

[verse 2: lil scoom89]
yeah, stay dissin’ me, who is dude? he a goofy (he a goofy)
me and b-tch out in traffic, ridin’ with straps, still’ll come, start bl!ckin’ up coochie (start bl!ckin’ up coochie)
how the f-ck dude my opp? was never into it, he mad his b-tch tryna do me (his b-tch tryna do)
n-ggas be dissin’ online, ain’t doin’ no crimes, from the ‘net, be lookin’ like groupies (grr)
she not even my b-tch, just hit the line when i want her to pull up and chew me (and pull up and chew me)
hoes be actin’ like fans, said, “put me on,” ever since started f-ckin’ with screwly (started f-ckin’ with screwly)
totin’ on a big-ass ten, you better stop playin’ ’cause i’ll turn this b-tch to a movie (come here, come here)
bad as f-ck, i was a shorty out here gettin’ wild like family guy, i was stewie (i was stewie)
yeah (come here), bail out the car, he run, we chasin’ (grr)
we like f-ckin’ with 12, bro givin’ ’em h-ll, shaq dog got wheel, we racin’ (skrrt)
what the f-ck happened to shorty that got caught lackin’? we pulled up on him and faced him (we pulled up and faced him)
i don’t like dissin’ in raps, but tell ’em get back, last shorty we caught, erased him (grr, come here)

- lil scoom89 screwly g

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