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letra de blick-a-thon - spotemgottem

[intro: spotemgottem]
[?], it’s you
hahaha
aight, [?]
[?]

[chorus: spotemgottem]
n-gga, uh (uh)
i call this the bl!ck-a-thon
you know me, i will not leave the house without my gun
i know y’all lesbians, but [?] your best friend, they let me [?]
pop (pop), n-ggas get stepped on just so i condone
this a fn and a draco, this ain’t no tommy gun
all these dead opps in my lungs
i’m high as f-ck, i’m off a [?]

[post-chorus: spotemgottem]
i’ll show you how to step, n-gga
this ain’t what [?] it’s [?], he got some up on his belt, n-gga

[verse 1: jackboy]
“jackboy, is they f-ckin’ with ya?” (f-ckin’ with ya), he-h-ll f-ck nah
these n-ggas ain’t been f-ckin’ with me since the crackers [?] the [?]
these b-tches been [?] out the [?], she wan’ suck it ’til i’m on [?]
came in the game with no flaw
stood ten toеs, these n-ggas still tall
always round with a gun, b-tch, i’m taught to keep it with me
ain’t no rulе when it’s beef, shoot yo’ mama in her titty
i been movin’ smooth with this glizzy
this fire, i get litty
you gon’ die, you [?]
[?] a opp, b-tch, you silly
di-di-diamonds bitin’, mike tyson
glock on me, no time for fightin’
guap on me and a n-gga still spinnin’
they hate on me, but a n-gga still winnin’
catch a n-gga slippin’ like i’m [?] tennis
[?] catch a case when i go ’round the business
when i go ’round the business, i don’t leave no witness
hit the whole house, i don’t got no feelings
give no f-cks, we k!llin’ children
f-ck the law, we out here purgin’
drop a n-gga, then go back to splurgin’
hop in a lam’, [?] popped it, [?]
hop in a lam’, now i’m back to swervin’
can’t do what i do, his pockets hurtin’
stuck on [?] ’bout to [?]
i’m back to the block, my phone back churpin’
[chorus: spotemgottem]
n-gga, uh (uh)
i call this the bl!ck-a-thon
you know me, i will not leave the house without my gun
i know y’all lesbians, but [?] your best friend, they let me [?]
hahahaha, n-ggas get stepped on just so i condone
this a fn and a draco, this ain’t no tommy gun (gang)
all these dead opps in my lungs
i’m high as f-ck, i’m off a [?]

[verse 2: spotemgottem]
i already want that sh-t a fifty, lil’ b-tch
only thing [?] takin’ d-ck
uh, keep [?] watch, my neck and my wrist
with a [?], i hopped out and dipped my sh-t
i be fly as h-ll without no stylist (stylist)
[?] give me that neck [?] give me that sh-t
i’m feelin’ all on they ass, i’m just [?] that sh-t
[?], i was booted up in this b-tch

- spotemgottem

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