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letra de blues & reds - td ceasar

[intro]
she off the blues, the reds
yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, yuh, aye, aye, aye

[chorus]
she off the blues, she off the reds
i can’t f-ck with you, i can’t f-ck with feds
pulled up with the tool, and i leave his -ss dead
i’m makin’ the rules, and i feed him some lead
she off the blues, she off the reds
i can’t f-ck with you, i can’t f-ck with feds
pulled up with the tool, and i leave his -ss dead
i’m makin’ the rules, and i feed him some lead

[verse 1]
i’m off the c-ke, and my b-tch off the ecstasy
i feel like when i’m high, that my mind is my enemy
trap house dope, ’cause this sh-t is my destiny
leave a p-ssy dead, if he negative with energy
i’m pullin’ up with choppas, and i’m smokin’ on the dope
told the little b-tch, “i don’t want to f-ck, just give me throat”
margiela my shoes, burberry my coat
pull up with my automatic, and it got a scope
red dot, aim it at your head
make your head rot, leave a p-ssy dead
in the bedrock, feed a p-ssy lead
with a head shot, and she off the reds
hundred bullets in my clip, and i f-ckin’ let it eat
call me murda beatz, ’cause i’m murderin’ this beat
rollin’ through the 6, and i shoot him in his feet
pulled up in a f-ckin’ wraith, and i’m ridin’ down the street
.45 on my hip, let it bang
ridin’ down the street, with the gang, (gang, gang!)
pulled up in a f-ckin’ mustang
let my choppa bite you, like a fang, (fang, fang!)
she wanna suck me, all because a brother wearin’ gold
sh-t’s old, i guess you could call it f-ckin’ ‘fool’s gold’
started sippin’ lean at 12 years old
now, whenever i pull up, you and your gang fold

[verse 2]
that sh-t’s unnecessary, test me when you get some therapy
leave him in a cemetery, sell out like confectionery
you a b-tch, a petty fairy, now my sh-t is legendary
dropped my tape in january, second one in february, (uh, yuh)
pull out my guns, i loaded my clips
b-tch we be cruisin’, like we some ships
now i spend time, stackin’ my chips, (uh, yuh)
everyone froze when i hopped out my whip
suckin’ my d-ck, then i bust on her lip
i’m off the acid, i’m havin’ a trip

[outro]
gang, gang
acrux, out now

- td ceasar

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