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letra de bl4ckm4gicfr33stly3 - z woadie

i’ll f-ckin murda you
if you lookin at me kinda funny
i know you f-ckin stupid
if you wanna rob me for my money
come on buddy
i know you don’t wanna dance with me
two twin glocks
have you dancin with devil swiftly
we’re f-cking dangerous
i take my glock for a walk
or maybe shoot up a park
i know your talk is just talk
so stay off the block
i’ll stay robbin your hood
like i’m robin the hood
if you don’t then i think that it’s time
that you understood
that i do what i want cus i can and i should
(cus i can and i should)
(cus i can and i should)
(cus i can and i should)
cus i can and i should
cus i can and i will
cus i came out the hood
but still thrift to goodwill
they still liftin the steel
like they prepping they meals
but they’re not as hungry as me
so i’ve been sharpen the steel
i’ve been 10 toes and 10 fingers to the pavement
steady prayin, head down, crown crackin
whеre’s it’s vacant
not given a f-ck bout what thesе p-ssy n-ggas thinkin
an ocean of thoughts
i had these p-ssy n-ggas sinking
i’ve been drinking
so imma float, don’t call me the goat
don’t throw me a rope
when i’ve fallen
i don’t need a cape b-tch i got a coat
so imma float
don’t throw me a rope
don’t know how to cope
imma float
go and grab a tote
fill it up with soap
feelin clean
call me jack the bean imma bout to grow
i don’t gotta show what you want from me
and soon you’ll see
i got homies who’ll shoot, k!ll or even die for me
so i’d watch how you talk cus you’ve been stupid
the way you talk with such blasphemy
i really see, you don’t know what’s going on
you’ve been moving blindly
in a game that takes smarts what a tragedy
what a tragedy who is he
pull up with big glocks and big bucks
aim it at he and she
i ain’t worried about genders
pull up with big bands
i’m poppin and i’m countin my figures
n-ggas really be bitin on they verses
don’t know who they verses
n-ggas spittin black magic
like i’m spittin these curses
(uh) while they riding they he-rs-s
put ‘em in a coffin big dawgs be barkin
i’m the biggest beast don’t need a leash to walk em
all black in the night time eyes glowin i’m starving
imma motherf-ckin keecha
call the reaper
call the preacher
you gone need him when he seek yuh
9-1-1 i hit the dial
10 toes and prints on the f-ckin tile
b-tch i’m f-ckin wild, b-tches call me but they the child
b-tch call me but imma wild, it’s been awhile
since my last check-in
these b-tches beckon
call me big dog
cus these motherf-ckers stretching
mr.elastic, come through with plastic
got the bands wrapped in it
know that it’s tragic
imma, imma, imma
hold up
(imma end it here make you disappear)

- z woadie

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