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k1ng$ - blokka $olo lyrics

blokka $olo [verse]

i’mma hit it i’mma get it
i’mma bag it then i flip it
i’mma double up this mothaf*cka
just made a stack and then i split it with my f*ckin’ brother
b*tch i’m addicted to these numbers fiending for the money
n*gga count that bag f*ck all the jokes you know this sh*t ain’t funny
cold cuts for dinner through the winter that’s when times got ugly
used to rob the subway where my b*tch worked cause we f*ckin’ hungry
now the cash come fast and that same b*tch don’t even f*ckin’ love me
so i’m smokin’ lovely trying to forget about your f*ckin’ name
spittin’ words on beats i’m trying to get up out the f*ckin’ game
see these racks stickin’ out my pants still f*ckin’ look like i came to f*cking slang?
n*ggas want my brain because the whole world finna know my name
you know the business

blokka $olo [chorus}

countin’ cash
got my mind hypnotized
dollar signs
girl look into my eyes
glock nine
when i sleep i’m traumatized
loyalty over love b*tch don’t tell me lies
countin’ cash
got my mind hypnotized
dollar signs
girl look into my eyes
glock nine
when i sleep i’m traumatized
loyalty over love b*tch don’t tell me lies

smoke g [verse]

10 bands for the re up
i’mma take this block over
face numb …
and lil baking soda
pockets fat as f*ck
watch me double up
hoe my soldiers down to ball these haters still can’t f*ck with us
duck duck duck buck!
suck my d*ck
i bet the city losin’ f*ckin’ with this blokka sh*t
i bet these n*ggas mad keep on hatin’ y’all ain’t stoppin’ sh*t
all my brothers bout that sh*t
they really out here poppin’ sh*t
like f*ck you and them p*ssy motherf*ckers that you rockin’ with
big banks leave you traumatized
you trying to stay alive but everybody gotta die
dollar signs on my mind all i do is grind
before you get these stacks i swear you’ll get this baby nine
rest in peace
to all my brothers buried 6 feet
we stay reppin’ for the real ones who forever keep it g
got a hundred motherf*ckas that done tried to murder me
and a million motherf*ckas who done probably heard of me
got a couple bad b*tches that be sw*ngin’ on the d
suckas outta pocket must not know that p*ssy’s free
twist my fingers throw it up, i’m a lobo from the 3
road runnin’ for this paper all i know is get the green
got a couple bad b*tches that be sw*ngin’ on my d
suckas outta pocket must not know that p*ssy’s free
twist my fingers throw it up, i’m a lobo from the 3
road runnin’ for this paper all i know is get the green

- blokka olo lyrics

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