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letra de ganja lords - yung bloodshot

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(verse 1: jay vee)
it’s yung bloodshot, about to make your blunt drop
you would think i was a cop the way i keep the bud locked
stash it fast, two thousand cash, a pound of exotic
jesus, take the wheel cuz i’m driving with narcotics!
i’m a beast, i’m a dog, i’m a motherf-cking tyrant
won’t p-ss the weed, but i’ll p-ss your b-tch right after she light it
wake up, get high, go to sleep and repeat it
i’m getting stoned like a muslim b-tch that cheated
i don’t mean it, i’m just saying
ain’t no bluffing, dawg i’m puffing
super faded off this super saiyan
planet namek doing damage
if you ain’t smoking, i ain’t with you very often
we twisting blunts like fingers in gang signs up in compton
baked, getting pound cake, kush just the frosting
my eyes stay redder than your favorite socks in boston
called my main b-tch, told her i’ll bring a ton of trees
and save a plate of p-ssy for the munchies

(chorus)
//ganja lords, self made, b-tch we blaze everyday
dank playing tricks on me, mind stays delayed
it’s 4 am in caguas and all my thoughts are dead
we got three eyes, three eyes and all of them are red//

(verse 2: dank)
all these xannies i popped got me not giving a f-ck
cuz we’re never gonna stop until we chilling in the top (where you at?)
slow down, beats back, b-tch get out your kneecaps
we smoking all these tree bags
jay vee, where them leaves at?
hands up, hoes down, b-tch i’m the talk in my hometown
i’m always creating my own sound, let’s go to the showdown
my mind powered, defined by twin towers
each hour the taste of my rhymes will get sour
any coward facing my lines will get devoured, it’s crucial
i spit that sh-t that none of y’all are used to
think twice though, i hit them with that nice flow
like a light show, these b-tches see my pipe low
i might go see what’s up, probably make it cracking
have her doing sh-t that she thought would never happen
these other n-ggas slacking when it comes to power backing
i’m the master at packing, envision the franklin’s stacking, n-gga

(chorus)
//ganja lords, self made, b-tch we blaze everyday
dank playing tricks on me, mind stays delayed
it’s 4 am in caguas and all my thoughts are dead
we got three eyes, three eyes and all of them are red//

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