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letra de hashblok - metro zu

[verse 1: ruben slikk]
stickin’ on two in the motherf-ckin’ club
seen a fine ass b-tch, told that b-tch, “what’s up?”
“what’s your name? why you chillin’ with a lame like him?”
got the fresh gucci sneaks with the plain white trim
all you sideline simps sayin’ sh-t to a mac
gettin’ money from a b-tch and i pay the b-tch back
with whatever she need, ’cause she know i’m elevated
roll hash in a blunt, kick back, get faded
servin’ game to these b-tches and they all love me
sellin’ yams to these b-tches, chopped off the key
got lots of trees, i done poppеd a “e”
and her hair so fine like apostrophе
the cops will be watchin’ me so close
and i’m on point so i can’t even post
bail if i get broke, servin’ up coke
but i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i can’t be broke

[chorus: ruben slikk]
hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
got a yam, ’bout a gram, got peers, got fire
custos on the d-ck, so you know a n-gga fly
crackers try to rush but a n-gga too sly
hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
got a yam, ’bout a gram, got peers, got fire
custos on the d-ck, so you know a n-gga fly
crackers try to rush but a n-gga too sly
[verse 2: mr. b the poshtronaut]
bass tricks, dancin’ with chicks
on the dance floor like i’m grabbin’ her hips
i’m rubbin’ her thigh, she’s lookin’ my eyes
i’m l!cking her lips, she’s rubbin’ my thigh
she’s rubbin’ my d-ck, oh sh-t, ’bout to stick
oh f-ck, it’s a “o”, gotta flip
next day morning, wake up calling
hash on deck, sh-t, we’re servin’
down 95, blowin’ trees go by
and the police pumpin’ and we hear “wah-wah”
oh sh-t, look at the sky, it’s purple, it’s brown, it’s
who the f-ck cares when you lookin’ down?
blunts to the ceiling, blunts in the sky
b-tch, them kids that always drive by
always stay paid, always stay live
h-ll yeah, metro zu ’til i die

[chorus: ruben slikk]
hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
got a yam, ’bout a gram, got peers, got fire
custos on the d-ck, so you know a n-gga fly
crackers try to rush but a n-gga too sly
hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five
got a yam, ’bout a gram, got peers, got fire
custos on the d-ck, so you know a n-gga fly
crackers try to rush but a n-gga too sly
[verse 3: lofty305]
got a fat booty from the sec’ on my lap
it’s a known fact that i munch on the caps
ay, like you know my n-ggas
swearin’ you the sh-t, but i don’t f-ck with you
will f-ck your b-tch so don’t think twice
she happens to be just the type that i like
d-mn, and she got a job
text that b-tch that i wanna go shopping
she bought me gucci and a new camputer
you was at home on your d-mn camputer
aw h-ll, lofty’s fresh
already know, b-tch, say it to the death
plus your b-tch with the hash out
she won’t ever let a real n-gga pass by
when she leaves you lonely, sobbin’
now you gotta cop just to deal with your problems

- metro zu

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