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letra de purgin - nay benz

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[intro: c blu]
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, like
reyway
(rdomadeit)
c blu

[verse 1: c blu & nay benz]
i’m with the bros, we purgin’ on the hill
got one in the head, i’m itchin’ for a k!ll
masked up, all black, i do this sh-t for real
four demons, four knocks, we ready for the drill
why you talkin’ on live, but duckin’ in the field? (grrah)
that could never be me, i always keep a g
aj crashed out, he shoulda stayed on feet
and lil’ notti got poked, he shoulda had his g (grrah, grrah)
i know dd so sad his brother on a tee
got respect in my hood, don’t gotta pay a fee
and my n-ggas on go, they flockin’ sh-t for free
mali my demon, creepin’ up for real
really went fifty-fifty on a pill
really went fifty-fifty on a drill (grrah, grrah)
he throw, i throw, we tryna catch a k!ll (like, ah, like, ah)

[verse 2: nay benz]
yo, blu, pass me the knocks
if he try to front, he get sent to the doctor (grrah, grrah, boom)
see a opp, he get took off the roster
bend through the doug’ while we smokin’ on poppa (grrah, grrah, boom)
word to bro, i don’t know why they lyin’ (on bro)
every day, it’s a new n-gga dyin’ (grrah, grrah, boom)
on they block, where they at? they be hidin’
bro get to crashin’ his flight if he flyin’ (ogzk)
all black, see-through with the laser (ah, ah)
only b-tch that i’m chasin’ this paper (grrah, grrah, boom)
on the 8, i’ma slide with a blazer
after the 8, take a trip to decatur (grrah, grrah, grrah)
[verse 3: yagi b & c blu]
wait right now, then we bendin’ it later
bullets is hot, but we still givin’ shape-ups
ready for war, man, i don’t gotta lace up
give me that call and i’m already there
pop out the cut and flare
walk down, bro, you can tell by the stare
oh, sh-t, he in the air
they ain’t gon’ spin, so it don’t even matter
flash, you broke, go get your bag up
and you got shot, bro, you a lacker
aim at his top, i’m tryna pack him
800k, if he jack ’em, we clap him (c blu)

[verse 4: c blu]
and lil’ nesty a b-tch, i’m tryna get up with him
shot after shot, i’m hopin’ that i hit him
opp thot, sh-t fat, i’m tryna get up in it
p-ssy so wet, i nutted in a minute
i ain’t cuffin’ no ho, i hit it, then i quit it
pass it to bro, we callin’ it a ping pong
got my g on my hip with my cleats on
it’s cameras outside, i gotta keep my ski on
on they block, they hidin’, yeah, we seekin’
catch a opp, it’s back to playin’ defense
they ain’t havin’ no fun on the weekend
we comin’ through flockin’, better not be drinkin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

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