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lirik lagu $tvr$ – blokka $olo

blokka $olo:

n*ggas talk sick, press em’ like a pill
all my n*ggas shoot, for f*cking real
6$k n*ggas know the f*cking deal
send em’ off in a box like a happy meal
when you do your little shows better check in
where’s your paid security when we step in?
yeah i came through this b*tch with a weapon
and i’m leaving with the turkey and the chicken
yeah that n*gga had a pack so i smoked it up
told all my little homies go and roll it up
my n*gga squid got the bl!ck and he going nuts
in vip with yo sh*t, n*ggas loading up
they be yelling “f*ck the other side” and i be yelling “who?”
boys talk real quiet when we in the room
his hat says [redacted] on it that’s how i know he a snitch
n*gga talking scary, that’s how i know he a b*tch
ye though i walk through the shadow of the south valley
if n*ggas coming up missing then we ain’t telling
i got my gvng on my neck and my f*cking belly
we might shoot the club up like dmx in belly
they like “how you do that sh*t you do in blokkaveli?”
“you the king of the motherf*ckin’ north valley”
“west side, war zone, motherf*ckin’ south valley”
really run this b*tch, we the motherf*ckin’ royal family
k!lls*d*st

fully automatic when they coming around
blacked out fits, baby talk of the town
saying that your sh*t is poppin’, i don’t see no one around
she wouldn’t f*ck with us back then but she gon’ f*ck with us now
blunt after blunt, baby pound after pound
she wanna give me her brain, i kicked that b*tch out the house
she can’t kick it with the team
unless she f*cking, she out
cause baby all that talk is cheap
don’t give a f*ck who you ’round
don’t give a f*ck i come ’round
we smoking pound after pound
i like bad b*tches, coke, can you f*ck with my sound?
she asked me how i do it like this
i say “i do not know how”
i like bad b*tches, coke, can you f*ck with my sound?

- blokka olo

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