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letra de blame ek - sheemy

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[intro: sheemy]
like, word to my (d-mn, brxy, you made this?)
yo, mha’, what’s up with these n-ggas, like?
screamin’ that, “get back,” sh-t, like (k on the beat)
you got shot, your sister got shot
what the f-ck happened, n-gga? f-ck is wrong with these n-ggas?
i ain’t even want it to get like this, but
i guess this how it gotta be, you heard? like (baow, baow, baow, n-gga)
tnd sh-t, you heard? tolerate no f-ckin’ disrespect, n-gga
ah (baow, baow, n-gga)
like, baow, baow, baow, baow

[chorus: sheemy]
we on courtlandt, just blame it on ek
he the reason we spinnin’ through blocks
dare a n-gga scream out, “uh-huh,” while i’m creepin’ (uh, what, n-gga?)
yeah, i bet you he scrеam when he shot
why-why you keep talkin’ ’bout fights that i started?
should’vе k!lled me, i’m smokin’ your pops (smokin’ your dad, n-gga)
you got shot and your sister got shot too
and it’s crazy your body ain’t drop (baow, baow)

[verse 1: sheemy]
like, go tell diddy i love him
we gon’ send you a first class ticket
n-ggas keep droppin’ my 3 like it’s sweet
like we ain’t make n-ggas go missin’
droppin’ them tracks, next day, we was troopin’
on that block, word to bros, it was crickets
still got love for some n-ggas, hol’ on
told bro, “don’t flock at the midget,” baow, baow
whoever jack boy need to tell him to stop
he in jersey while y’all n-ggas not
bro threw shots, man, y’all must’ve forgot
f-ck it, guess we gotta come to that lot
n-gga, hurt who? i ain’t leave with a knot
and y’all personally know how i got
i stay humble, i did me a lot
i don’t know why these n-ggas keep actin’ like opps
take off that chain, n-gga, clearly don’t fit you (clown)
you got shot, needed more than a tissue
talk how i want, n-ggas know what i’m into (know how i get)
tnd, n-ggas know we official
think that you crazy? i’ma glitch too
and this gun that i’m totin’ shoot missiles
on that block tryna see what’s the issue
movin’ like [?] then i blitz you
[verse 2: mhady2hottie]
n-n-gga said i can’t come see my b-tch? (like, what?)
this n-gga gotta be high
i’m in and out on the daily
g-lock on my body, i dare a n-gga to try
like, four os, somethin’ like fourth of july
when i’m yellin’ out, “creep,” you better hide
two deep tryna see who outside (where they at?)
we the real ones who been ballin’ for five (real sh-t)
grrah, let me just show them the right way
everybody outside on a friday
park up, let ’em come out the driveway
hit ’em up, then we gon’ hop on the highway
throw up a what? i bet i flame that
ek got hit, where was his payback?
and you don’t even wanna change that
it’s a difference, i do not play that
chalim, you think you crazy? do i gotta walk down your block?
word to bro, you don’t want that, cous’
word to my dead, i ain’t comin’ to box (baow, baow, baow)
once again, he said i can’t come see my b-tch?
i’m always here, n-gga, that don’t make sense
and i got the drop where you live
and no disrespect, better not be with your kid

[chorus: sheemy]
we on courtlandt, just blame it on ek
he the reason we spinnin’ through blocks
dare a n-gga scream out, “uh-huh,” while i’m creepin’ (uh, what, n-gga?)
yeah, i bet you he scream when he shot
why you keep talkin’ ’bout fights that i started?
should’ve k!lled me, i’m smokin’ your pops (smokin’ your dad, n-gga)
you got shot and your sister got shot too
and it’s crazy your body ain’t drop (baow, baow)
[outro: sheemy & kay flock]
go get f-ckin’ back, n-gga, eat a d-ck, p-ssy
n-ggas know what we do [?]
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
ayo, kay, matter of fact, talk your sh-t, twin
baow, baow, baow, n-gga, it’s flocka, y’all know what’s goin’ on
free me, free the guys, free oppy, free gotti, free [?]
free the guys ’til i see the guys, r.i.p. the guys
disrespect the guys, you gon’ meet the guys, n-gga (baow, baow, baow)

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