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lirik lagu warning(freestyle) – blaq jay

i pull up wit 30 g’s
you want some smoke
we get you hit

kamakazi blow the heat
i want some head
come blow this beat

no c.i.d
i trap and rap
no b.i.g
abstainace n*gga
i ain’t f*ck no biatchie

i ont give a d*mn
i drip a dam
i smoke like cam

dropping hits on beats
until they clap they hands

always shoot my shot
they dug that missed they head

i been thuggin in the streets
i miss my bed

they gon stab my back
i feel, i bleed
i see x3

he a hoe
how he don’t see
that his lil b*tch wet like the sea

come and c e e
you might buy it wen yu 63
glock go g g g
hundred rounds feel like 33
really ballin wit this n*ggas
jordan feel like 23
ramfly banging on this beat
melodies got em 30’s 3
watch yu finna do
i’m with your boo
i finna give yu blues

my goons gon spray your roof
like nle
them choppas fly, they flew

i snay i trap and rap
i roll a joint until i touch the blue and
i’ma keep on trappin rappin n*gga until i buy me leui

you d.i.e
murda flows the gang on v. i. p
my g’s
gon spray, i hit
run the block i stand on my 2 feet

hits off, masterpiece
i k!lled the beat like rest in peace or peee
i finna hit the l!ck, double cup we don’t sip no tea

so many demos in my pc
i’m so strong like ppc

i’m desparado on em glizzies
gang gang shine like vv’s
i pop a bottle wen i pop a pill
i’m pushing p p

i pop a bottle wen i pop a pill
i’m pushing p p

we wildin out, we be outside
we ain’t got no pride
want a foreign, want a drop
in a lambo live
heard them shoots
heard them shoots fired
and em n*ggas ryding
pop a pill
let the dope fly
real ones don’t die

this just a warning for this folks
bullets give holes
this just a warning for this hoes
yu better lay low
this just a warning for this hoes
pull out a stindo
this just a warning for this hoes
cuz i said so

you act like tooka
lil n*gga you better know we smoke a lot
switch a produce
i got rarri behind machine he does a lot
polo g i feel like 1300 but i ont cap a lot
we smoke a lot
we trap a lot
you in the kitchen cooking pots

send hundreds shots
it’s gettin dark
we hit his block
he ain’t got no glock

run outta luck
legendary pac
thug life left a mark

trappin f*ck the flex
they like n*gga ballin
i’m like yea

i’m higher off a jet
and a n*gga smellin
got the stank

paper chasing yea
want me all the guap
and all the racks

they call me blaq
you wonder why
cuz i’m always rolling jays

hop in a coupe
what would it do
i could have shoot
god kept me cool

i could have shoot
god kept me cool
this just a warning
for allo dis fools

- blaq jay

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