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letra de blockwork "freestyle" - tata

[intro: tata]
(i don’t care if you pretty, suck my d-ck, grrah)
(s-suck my d-ck) grrah, grrah, boom
all 41 and one for all
(ayo, marvy, you did that)
(it’s kosfinger, baby) grrah
grrah, grrah, boom, b-tch
every opp shot, everything dead
41 shots to the head
grrt
like, grrah
[verse 1: tata]
why these opp n-ggas sucking my d-ck? (what the f-ck?)
couple n-ggas that’s dead in a ditch
and they ain’t coming back, they just stuck in my spliff
like i might go to his grave, then spit
i’m a demon, and they know i like gunplay (gunplay)
stupid dummy, went out on a subway (subway)
lil n-gga just went out the dumb way (dumb way)
n-ggas be broke, so they do it the bum way
all black tech got these n-ggas shook
if he move, i’ma make him look
and these n-ggas just cap for the book
then he get shot in his face no book
like grrah, every o shot
he a dummy, he rap what he not
two knocks, one green with a dot
like more than one, i’m staying on hots
n-ggas say they not 41, sh-t gotta stop (are you dumb?)
n-gga, suck my d-ck
ayo, sharlem get off my d-ck
like you a bum, and you thought you the sh-t
that n-gga said we was gonna get stitches
like that n-gga is laying in ditches
losing vision when i ‘oot at the crowd
he think he tough ’cause he beat on his b-tches (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
[bridge: jenn carter]
look
grrah
look
it’s carter, d-ckhead
look
grrah, grrah
look

[verse 2: jenn carter]
i’m like f-ck it, let’s go on a drill (like, what?)
’cause i think n-ggas loosing they screws
i’m with kr and jah they might up it and shoot
and that n-gga a goose, he be ducking the deuce
like i’ma keep it a hunnid
look like i’m giannis, i keep it a buck
he was dissing got turned into dust
now that boy shooting, he all in my blunt
i don’t say i’m the best, i just let that sh-t see
grrah, like my sh-t on repeat
quick draw if he fast on his feet
like, roll him up in the marley
not sorry
he was dissing got poked in a heartbeat
and these n-ggas don’t know what they started
grrah, and their guns just stay in their gallery (what?)
oh, and ya n-ggas ain’t dap
broke lil n-ggas, ya got me upset
how you dissing on the net and you thought i’d forget?
n-ggas p-ssy, they really be actors
like i spot me an o, i’ma pack ’em
no brazilian, brodie gon’ wax ’em
feeling like spunna when i am-
she treeshy, nasty
l!ck on my body, we go to the backseat
if i don’t got the v, i might spin on a taxi
he got sent to the sky, i was happy
throwing all 10’s so they calling me back
on the scene , i go flock out the benz
spinnin’ and spinnin’, we do it again
and that shorty a thot and she bringing her friends, grrah
[verse 3: kyle richh]
(kr)
everyone dead, don’t run, don’t move
and meechy got beat out his shoes
shoot through the mesh, i’ma find me a goon
free static, go dumb with the deuce
he not an ‘ooter, who does he ‘oot?
how he dead after making a diss?
notti, all in my spliff
if he run, i put two in his head
i know he dead, i can tell by the twitch
no beyblade whole lotta rip
too many guns, i don’t know what to pick
n-ggas buggin’, who bigger than me?
he think he lit, he get lit, no stitch
and i’m 41 boppin’ they sh-t
told number 1, get shot in your sh-t
d-mn (like, what?)
that b-tch a bum, i can tell by the wig
getting deady off wock, can’t trip
like, i make plays like popovich
and we got the drop where he lay at
(cl!ck, cl!ck) he got put in a blay, d-mn
i be lost but i do it for lay
and these n-ggas be envy the sh-t that i made
(like, d-mn) like d-mn, like, what?
b-tch i’m bossy, spot ’em, pack ’em
like red beam on a gun imma crack ’em
big .45 put a hole through the madness
and notti got put in a box, packaged
4’s in the spot, it get active
like, what?
bled through his socks, ’cause he thought i was lacking
like-like d-mn
h-he dead
these are my blocks, can’t twist that knock
bro been dumped that knock
like what? can’t toss that knock

- tata

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