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lirik lagu no rap cap – bloodie

[intro]
ayo, lucas, you heard?
ahh, n*gga, ahh
hardheaded, baby
ahh, n*gga, ahh
ahh, ahh
n*gga, ahh
n*gga, ahh
n*gga, ahhhh

[chorus: bloodie, roscoe g & dudeylo]
since we was 15, we was up on the board (n*gga, ahh)
ahh, was the ones that was uppin’ the score
[?] your pack, then we pray to the lord
ahh, we threw shots, we ain’t care ’bout no girls
ahh, ahh, make you run like a squirrel
[?] a shot, we dance on his block, we on 12
don’t move with roscoe, won’t play with no heard
throwin’ shot after shot if the pole get me [?]
had to walk on feet, we ain’t have no v
like, we was tryna flock from the b
flock at that boy if he jack yg
like, we tryna do ’em like—
wе tryna do ’em like n**
b*bend through that block whеre the 8oh be
opps in that mode, like, i’m tryna see somethin’ go
the way curt disappeared would’ve thought that it—
ahh, i can’t believe you be hidin’
that was me, only options was violence
like, you a grown man, n*gga, why is you whinin’?
ahh, ahh, get off your ass
doin’ what? n*gga, come and get back
brazzy, vs, both of them tagged
i can’t wait ’til i catch me a—
he got shot, he was chokin’ on blood
like, in the streets where they show you no love
fi*fi*five deep, i was totin’ my—
like, i had to put on my gloves
like, and these n*ggas keep dissin’ my—
ahh, i had to show ’em what’s up
(n*gga, ahh)
(n*gga, ahhhh)
[verse: bloodie]
kyle richh better stop actin’ stuff (lil b*tch)
lil jenny get put in that trunk (ahh)
ahh, see tata, get beat with that gun (grrah)
see 41, but, we not havin’ fun
b*bl*black mask how we hop out that truck (like, what?)
big gun when you run into us (ahh)
ahh, send shots, but i bet you they run (ahh)
wait, big gun, make ’em give up them funds

[chorus: bloodie, roscoe g & dudeylo]
since we was 15, we was up on the board (n*gga, ahh)
ahh, was the ones that was uppin’ the score
[?] your pack, then we pray to the lord
ahh, we threw shots, we ain’t care ’bout no girls
ahh, ahh, make you run like a squirrel
[?] a shot, we dance on his block, we on 12
don’t move with roscoe, won’t play with no heard
throwin’ shot after shot if the pole get me [?]
had to walk on feet, we ain’t have no v
like, we was tryna flock from the b
flock at that boy if he jack yg
like, we tryna do ’em like—
we tryna do ’em like n**
b*bend through that block where the 8oh be
opps in that mode, like, i’m tryna see somethin’ go
the way curt disappeared would’ve thought that it—
ahh, i can’t believe you be hidin’
that was me, only options was violence
like, you a grown man, n*gga, why is you whinin’?
ahh, ahh, get off your ass
doin’ what? n*gga, come and get back
brazzy, vs, both of them tagged
i can’t wait ’til i catch me a—
he got shot, he was chokin’ on blood
like, in the streets where they show you no love
fi*fi*five deep, i was totin’ my—
like, i had to put on my gloves
like, and these n*ggas keep dissin’ my—
ahh, i had to show ’em what’s up
(n*gga, ahh)
(n*gga, ahhhh)

- bloodie

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