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letra de blow 4 blow - rome streetz

[intro: ola ray & michael jackson]
can we get out of here?
no, i’m enjoying this
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[verse 1: rome streetz]
yo, him star, i raise and rip a yute
you’re minuscule, gettin’ paid work i weighed on the supreme digital (uh-huh)
i eat you n-ggas full (f-ck outta here)
i played the low all night, gettin’ right, sellin’ a broken down ’62 (i did)
now it’s autograph lumb sums from rap residuals
i know seein’ me style is makin’ you n-ggas miserable (haha)
keep watchin’ my moves, you gon’ be suicidal
i’m the god, i always knew to nevеr worship idols
do the care, if i blow the wig off, who hold thе title?
it’s spills of blood in my rival, all over his bible
zip ties on my off-white nike shoe
properly flip pies, cl!ck with guys that’ll knife you (uh-huh)
who don’t speak much, read body language and move smart
keep a chrome, trey pound to match the chrome hearts
pay me all time, all hundreds, like i’m a loan shark
mommy said, “you should be rich already, think you so smart”
‘fore monetary, i was wealthy in the mind already
playin’ first to execute millions, i need many
you n-ggas hopeless and your pockets got pennies with holes
your attempt to copy a slop if we broke the mould (woah)
i had coke, i made the fiends go blow for blow
whoever ain’t overdose, n-ggas know we’re close
[interlude: stove god cooks & rome streetz]
hahaha
f-ck outta here
one brick, two brick, three (hahaha)
ah

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
syrup in the sunkist (ah)
you know who run sh-t (we do), kilo rappers unzipped (oh)
i mean, they probably did somethin’, but they ain’t done this (haha)
they shot the plug whip
he died in the parking lot, with like a hundred bricks (brr, brr)
i got the news, was out in paris, it f-cked up my trip (dang)
like, why he couldn’t get k!lled after the drop-off? (haha)
we got the maybach truck outside the mondrian
they like, “you doin’ cocaine numbers with that vinyl, huh?” (we is)
yeah, b-tch, i took that wax and went daniel son (woo)
i dove head first in the blocks
had the bread stuffed in a box, flame so hot, i dropped the pot
i caught it and the cookie still was good, i’m magic johnson
if we holdin’ ace bottles on the couch, we got the choppers in (brr, baow, choppers)
ooh, the feds comin’ (ooh, they comin’)
turn the phones off, the feds comin’ (turn the phones off)
them n-ggas hangin’ out the window ain’t tryna dead nothin’ (brr, baow)
them n-ggas ain’t—, stove, n-gga (haha)
[verse 3: benny the butcher]
yeah, this rap sh-t got me back, i swear to god, it’s a blessin’
we still toxic like rodman and carmen electra
i’m puttin’ them all in a shredder, my bars gettin’ better
i’m talkin’ sl!ckest raindrops fallin’ off an umbrella
that’s what happens when them bullsh-t rumors get back to me (heard what you said)
it’s like givin’ an arsonist matches and gasoline, n-gga
i’m on your neck, like that tank on master p, nah
n-gga, i’m on your neck, like tag on tee’s
coach called me in to play, i stopped playin’ in bench (i did)
my baby mama made a post and i stopped payin’ the rent (d-mn)
my watch hand like, “godd-mn, the clock hand at six”
won’t get a word out of whoever i hand a brick
i’m a hustler, so i can deliver if you got an order (on my way)
’cause they got rich off sh-t that was free, like bottled water
who there when your dollars shorter? (who there?)
i’m like kd in free agency, countin’ offers
and i won’t take a dollar shorter (ah)
you’d probably be up too if you had some rich partners
compressors make packs shrink, like a witch doctor
i’m a fit shopper, brick locker, a whip copper
wnba, score on ’em and then block ’em (then block ’em)
uh-huh, these for the boys that i made a man
hustlers, i handed they first packs and gave a chance
if you’re lookin’ for a hustle and need you a stable plan
i suggest you stand next to the god, like abraham (abraham)
butcher, n-gga, ah, let’s go
[outro]
the spring water
and i was cracked out on crack cocaine, but i’m still fightin’
’cause i got to keep my gloves on for the devil and his evil angels
but i’m—, i’m—, i’m—, i was cracked out on crack cocaine
now i’m cracked out on jesus
and i’m a minister
i’m a minister for the love, hallelujah

- rome streetz

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