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letra de block hot - vons wrld

[verse 1, greaseball73]
servin’ heads left and right, i got the block hot
told brother watch out for that stove, ‘cause them pots hot
hit this work 2 times, i know this pot drop
don’t try to reach in on our cake, lil brodie pop tops
get rich or die trying, shout to 50 n-gga
running reds, knocking heads, then served the city n-gga
smoking on some peanut b-tter, think it’s jiffy n-gga
if rollers hop behind this load, i’m getting shifty n-gga
catching ‘em smoking in his load we finna box ‘em out
if he ain’t ‘bout the bigger picture, we gon’ crop ‘em out
my n-gga like debo on the block, like brother stall ‘em up
n-gga talkin out his lips, so .40 popped his mouth
got this work from jеt li, i got the ying bustin’
visioning death up in my dreams, i think it mеan something
brother clutchin on his glock, i think he seen something
these n-ggas hating on me now, but they ain’t seen nothing, n-gga

[verse 2, vons wrld]
yeah, and them n-ggas ain’t seen nothing
got the glock, i got the .40, i got the scene bustin’
pick her up, put her on her back, and she get to cream jumping
now she cry, she want me back, d-mn i must just mean something
with the lean i’m double cupping, if it ain’t money, i ain’t cuffing
and he said that he was hard, but we know that he was bluffing
and we got his ass sick from all the smoke that he was ducking
and i went and upped the score, now we up by 20 something
now we up by 25, they won’t leave out here alive
free the dawgs, and long live my n-ggas in the sky
and he said that i was soft, ‘till i hit ‘em between his eyes
try me if you dare, i’ll make a n-gga cry
[verse 3, vons wrld]
i’ll make a n-gga cry real tears
free my dawg, he got locked up for 30 years
i’ve been balling for the bucks and i ain’t talking ‘bout a deer
and that n-gga never balling, and he on the sideline cheering
yeah, and you know how that sh-t go though
steady kicking sh-t just like a motherf-ckin’ dojo
he said that he was cripping but he wearing all that rojo
she asked me do i love her and i say the answer’s still no

[outro]
ha, and these hoes is h-lla funny
‘cause i only love the money
i’m leaving they nose runny
do yo dance, and dump it dummy

yeah, yeah, f-ck all you n-ggas man
free the guys, long live the guys
ties n-gga

- vons wrld

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