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letra de rasta man - realbleeda

[intro]
i’m just a young man that be asked (who?) like why am i a rasta man many people see i many people ask i, why am i a rasta man (n-gga know [?])
(mercy beatz, n-gga)
(i’m tryna find rico who the f-ck is rico?)
you know in a bleeda situation you get caught in all you gone do is bleed
you know it’s switches situation i don’t need a n-gga seeing my sh-t
you ain’t no f-cking stepper lil boy
get off my d-ck
bleeda sh-t
look

[chorus]
ole d-ck riding, d-ck hopping ass n-ggas
ima bleed ya b-tch you better keep your pistol on you
this the sh-t in the song, watch me knock yo dome loose
treat you just like a b-tch and n-gga open palm you
like for real, i got sk!lls, tell me what it is
late night i’m rollin, loaded, i’m with my partner full of pills
get in the the way and watch you die f-ck how a n-gga feel
stupid b-tch f-ck ’round and got jacked, bro get him out his gear
walk down with that switch attach that blatt, what they ain’t tryna hear
.38 so f-cking loud you might wan’ hold yo ears
we get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see ’em
we get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see ’em
uh
[verse 1]
step on you
rep on you
ain’t no helping them
step on you
f-ck all of that
i’ll be above the rim
out my f-cking noggin
chopper poppin at ya posse
have ’em running ducking dodging
they want me to stop the violence
well tell that b-tch stop all that hiding
f-ck that matter a fact i got it
boom blam
(down to spin ,moment of silence)

[chorus]
ole d-ck riding, d-ck hopping ass n-ggas
ima bleed ya b-tch you better keep ya pistol on you
this the sh-t in the song, watch me knock yo dome loose
treat you just like a b-tch and n-gga open palm you
like for real, i got sk!lls, tell me what it is
late night i’m rollin, loaded, i’m with my partner full of pills
get in the the way and watch you die f-ck how a n-gga feel
stupid b-tch f-ck ’round and got jacked, bro get him out his gear
walk down with that switch attach that blatt, what they ain’t tryna hear
.38 so f-cking loud you might wan’ hold yo ears
we get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see ’em
we get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see ’em
uh uh
[verse 2]
we pop the trunk, mm
bow
leave him in that b-tch
big ass choppa i won’t miss with this
they tryna put me in the fishing net
but i’m too raw for that
he crossed the gun line, and got a tombstone for crossing that
let off 84 by myself it ain’t no f-cking randy moss from me
i be on that hawking sh-t
catch him slipping, ball the b-tch
who you want?
all’em
you on this car, follow ’em
till we pull up and handle business and k!ll all of em
i’m ’bout my chicken, ’bout my revenue
blow yo f-cking face off, i thought i told yo stupid ass don’t move
i be with them goons behind them murders while we smoking shrooms
catch a flunky and sweep his ass, he was slow couldn’t jump the broom
who wan’ nothing but hats
bro come through the front i come through the back
clutching a stick with that micro b-tch
the first thing i see n-ggas ass getting whacked
she like i’m a cookie like ’cause she a brownie on this blatt
srt on the back of my gat
front row squeeze, you hear that blatt (blatt)x4
[outro]
(mercy beatz, n-gga)
(caught in a bleeda situation n-gga all you gone do is bleed, you gone bleed)
(i’m tryna find rico who the f-ck is rico)
(you know you catch a n-gga you heard me, you catch a n-gga fumbling you heard me lil dude what you doing?)
(let me show you how to creep up) x2
(walk down)x2
(all 10)x2

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