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letra de dropout (with maxo kream) - omb bloodbath feat. maxo kream

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chevy stow low
was a drop-top

slide ’em whole city
scoop a hoe, she a snot thot
pigeon-toed yellow-bone hoe in a crop top
pink rose scoota with the pole on the opp block
like a dumb shoot, dirty clip, it’s a drop out
hit ’em in his leg in his back with the fire fire
n-gga, i’m the plug in connectin’, like wifi

lot of n-ggas’ p-ssy, so the n-gga got nine lives
knowing when we shooting, b-tch we scootin’, no drive-bys
she gave me the side-eye, now she call me dada
i been gettin’ money since a n-gga rockin’ dada
just turned the beat on, and i turned the heat on
the name ain’t kelly, but a lot of n-ggas’ peon
checkin’ out the bag, ’cause the gas lookin’ neon
b-tch got that ass, i ain’t passin’, i’ma beat on

your boyfriend still be a motherf-ckin’ peon
i’m brokin’ from the b-tch, now the hoe got peed on
in the set to brick runnin’ miles with the diems
take my chain off, let the frost with the free on

ayy, heard a n-gga say he having bricks, sh-t, we need it
send a b-tch, he a trick tryna see where he be at
i been getting funds in the slums where we be at
with a big ol’ bag going dumb on a biatch

how you gon’ act like he be in the trap, strapped up with the gat?
f-ck n-gga, be real
saying n-gga got text on an okay path
tryna get his cash back ’cause the pills wasn’t real

n-gga do that cappin’ like he really make it happen
when it come down to that action, n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
better be lucky that i’m rappin’ ’cause if that ain’t never happen
n-gga still be out here jacking tryna take yo sh-t
you just do the math, got tools in the stash
n-gga doing arts and crafts, tryna paint yo sh-t

got cuttas for the sucka n-ggas, ain’t on this
and i come for the gutta, finna bang on this
k looking like a flag how it hang those clips
thot tryna give me top, want the brain, that’s it

shootin’ outs with the stick, blood got the snub
every time somebody dies, they always asking where we was
i was youngin’, big mo, i was sippin’ pocs
smokin’ trill og, yes bag bun b
no limit trap house pressin’ yellow like pee
i’m a real deal k!lla doin’ murda like cs
lil yachty qc wholesale with the p
bust a ap nah like four gps
put it back in the a, coach k with the play
split it three ways, take off ey quay

we don’t love these hoes, we just want they dough (get the dough)
i’ve been sipping long, now i’m feelin’ slow (feelin’ slow)
i’m all kinda
you know how this go
(i don’t know)
not like dominos, pass it to my bro
(vamonos)

photos
chevy stow low
was a drop-top
slide ’em whole city
scoop a hoe, she a snot thot
pigeon-toed yellow-bone hoe in a crop top
pink rose scoota with the pole on the opp block
like a dumb shoot, dirty clip, it’s a drop out
hit ’em in his leg in his back with the fire fire
n-gga, i’m the plug in connectin’, like wifi

lot of n-ggas’ p-ssy, so the n-gga got nine lives
knowing when we shootin’, b-tch we scootin’, no drive-bys
she gave me the side-eye, now she call me dada
i been gettin’ money since a n-gga rockin’ dada
just turned the beat on, and i turned the heat on
the name ain’t kelly, but a lot of n-ggas’ peon
checkin’ out the bag, ’cause the gas lookin’ neon
b-tch got that ass, i ain’t passin’, i’ma beat on

- omb bloodbath feat maxo kream

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