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letra de blood - yung gingah

[verse 1]
coughing up crips not coughing up blood
cold body hit straight on the floor b-tch, whats with that thud?
ya boy just rolled up to party just hit up his shawty
we usually f-ck with the molly, yuh this sh-t is saucy
b-tch you know i’m not easy, yeah you know i’m a thrifty
b-tch let’s get schwifty, you better be watching me moving so swiftly
chinese put me on acid, ya boy straight turned to ashes
can’t take no clacid, i’m a rockstar like slash is
now the sh-t starting to kick in, hear my skin ripping
i’m starting tripping, i’d rather be sipping
while they flipping the beat, that sh-t with a feat
like an old-school cook-up, prod be bringing the heat
left me breathless, the suffering’s endless
there’s so much gold on me now, i’m f-cking neckless
choking on vomit, just as was promised
i was waiting for this, i paid deposit

[chorus]
i put in a grand, trusting a friend
now i’m walking away with a f-cking milli’ in hand
bro sh-t ain’t rad, now i’m sad
my kushman got locked behind bars for
years and it’s ’cause of a fed

[verse 2]
now you caught me leaning, ain’t ever feeling
that just not my thing bro, ya boy be leading
i still hang with the gang, we still onto the thang
it ain’t yin, this sh-t is yang
i feel like buddha, took a trip to cuba
i’m with the three-strip gang i don’t f-ck with puma
i don’t f-ck with nike, my wrist is icy
me living to ninety is highly unlikely

[outro]
them b-tch -ss feds, cincinnati reds
they look f-cking lost without their heads
i’m taking it home, i hit the top of the dome
b-tches trying to throw the ball while i f-cking roam
you gotta show them b-tches how it’s done

- yung gingah

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