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letra de big blood - rocaine

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[intro: rocaine]
(good lookin’, dnell)
blood in this motherf-cker
to the right

[verse 1: rocaine & smokecamp chino]
big blood in this b-tch, n-gga (in this b-tch, n-gga)
big blood, type your b-tch (you know what i’m sayin’, n-gga?)
big blood, glocks in this b-tch (yeah)
big blood, shot in your lip (oh yeah)
bl–dy don’t f-ck with opps, n-gga (h-ll nah, n-gga)
bloddy gon’ connect the dots, n-gga (blrraah)
buddy gleam on your heart, n-gga (on your heart, p-ssy)
big bl–dy all i got, n-gga (all i got, n-gga)
big blood, who should i hit? (should i wet, n-gga?)
big blood, who should i get? (should i get, n-gga?)
big blood, i bet i hit (i bet i hit, bro)
big blood, i bet i don’t miss (h-ll nah)
bl–dy just add on my lista (on my list, b-tch)
big bl–dy black on that sh-t (on that sh-t, b-tch)
bl–dy just hit for a wrist (on a rollie)
my bl–dy got twenty-five years, n-gga (godd-mn)
big blood just prayed for an appeal (gotta fight)
big blood, whose do i feel? (i don’t feel nothin’)
big blood, what did i hear, n-gga? (i don’t hear nothin’)
bl–dy don’t care what you feel, n-gga (h-ll nah, n-gga)
bl–dy, ayy, what’s the deal, n-gga? (what’s the deal, n-gga?)
bl–dy hunchin’ like a dead n-gga (blaah)
bl–dy, what? can i k!ll, n-gga? (k!ll, n-gga)
mmm
ayy
[verse 2: smokecamp chino]
big blood, no, i ain’t come to play, bro
smoke boy, 8 block, keep a k close
a hundred pints, big mud, we got big slugs
two hundred hundreds in my pockets, b-tch, big dub
was seventeen with a cutter throwin’ big b’s
lil’ blood, he been droppin’ since the sixteen (yeah)
big blood in a h-llcat, redeye
i got my n-ggas throwin’ b’s out in bedstuy
big blood, bought a glock, that b-tch gorgeous (woah)
big blood just made two hundred off of oranges (rat)
big blood f-ck your b-tch and have her nuttin’ (b-tch)
lil’ blood, he gon’ pop your ass for nothin’
big blood, drop a hundred on your top, n-gga
i’m an opp k!ller, long live rock, n-gga (rock)
smoke boy, twenty fans in the club, n-gga (n-gga)
four-hundred shots, i dare a n-gga mug, n-gga
big blood, i got n-ggas throwin’ c’s too
fn leave a p-ssy n-gga see-through
lil’ blood, n-ggas small with a big heart
my whip growl like a lion when that b-tch start
(frontline sh-t)

[outro]
(good lookin’, dnell)

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