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letra de the real folk blues - xavier wulf

[intro]
marcelo

[verse]
pull up right beside you and blind you
i don’t give no f-ck ’bout none of you n-ggas, let me remind you
shordy wanna touch, told that b-tch i don’t give no f-ck
i got business to attend, and you ain’t part of it
she looking confused, cause i ain’t tryna f-ck
if it ain’t ’bout money or progression i’mma duck
n-gga i’m khabib you mcgregor, test your luck
i beat a n-ggas -ss, then go smoke another blunt (huh)
i ain’t with that internet bluff, i’m known real well for pulling off and pulling up
and who the f-ck was who, i never cared to give a f-ck
i only care about my own squad and the blunt (huh)
shordy hit me back like “link it up”, but this my old b-tch, she just want to patch it up
and no, i don’t give no f-ck ’bout none of you n-ggas and that’s whats up
i pull up to the block, throwing middle fingers up
big blunt wulf, every d-mn day
i roll my own woods and i do my own thang
and i don’t give no f-ck for what a hater gotta say
i do what i want , when i want my own way
b-tch i’m real hot saucin’, somethin’ like sriracha
im twisting up like helicopter, i’m h-lla coppin’
and f-ck a ounce i’m pound poppin, why would i stop it
i got my own brand poppin’, i skipped the shoppin’
and i got my own store, big boss bobby
you lame n-ggas need a hobby, i’m ricky bobby
pull off so fast she thought she never saw me
i give no f-ck ’bout none of you n-ggas or what you care to call me (huh)
it be your own n-ggas showing jealousy
but i don’t give no f-ck, i dust it off and hit the weed
b-tch i been on top, i can never ever stop
when this new sh-t pop, bet it make your heart drop
i can care more ’bout a cop than i do about an op
you n-ggas mad as f-ck, cause you know i ain’t gon’ flop
ungreatful lil n-gga you will never get a spot
so keep sl!ck dissing only friends that you got (huh)

- xavier wulf

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