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blaze 2 - dris lyrics

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ok, mac 10s, had to pack 10

keep that stick right on my side
n*gga play wit me, i put you in a stream like my name kai

kick that body bag, we shootin at his corpse we see him twitch
deploy my set up hoe, i bet not catch him tryna link that b*tch
you bet not call me bro, if you ain’t ever help me out no sitch
it’s a f*cking war up in my city, b*tch we all got sticks

i had to let him off, i heard he stickin needles in his arms

that’s that fentanyl, he’ll jab his arm until that b*tch fall off

it don’t get any better, every section, out there allat hard
they just k!lled my n*gga, d*mn lil twin you really broke my heart

watchu know bout n*ggas droppin
watchu know bout pleas they coppin
watchu know bout n*ggas tryna rob your moms and you can’t stop em

sh*t get gritty n*gga, nеw york n*gga, out in a philly n*gga, ain’t no silly n*ggas, come put work in, make a milly wit us

if you drillin wit us, then you bеtter go to prison wit us, ain’t no snitchin n*ggas, chronx do not f*ck wit b*tchin n*ggas

(hook 2)
mac 10s, had to pack 10
keep that stick right on my side
n*gga play wit me, i put you in a stream like my name kai

kick that body bag, we shootin at his corpse we see him twitch
deploy my set up hoe, i bet not catch him tryna link that b*tch

i told my n*gga take this g
you gon need it in these streets
n*ggas never be on timin unless they homie totin g

i told this girl to stop the lyin, if you love me keep it p
all these b*tches makin lies up dont wanna see u wit me

i just made a dub, split that in half and swing it to my man’s
we in this sh*t together, (do what) i can to keep us from that pan
they on that hatin sh*t, do what they can to keep us out that benz
i put this team together, these my brothers, who tf said we ain’t friends

while you countin problems, me nd my n*ggas countin up these bands
tell them f*ck they contract, if i can’t keep masters in my hands
i want all the problems, if them b*tches come wit dividends

and i want best for mama, before me, money have to touch her hands
i had to chop em down, they made me slice they neck up like some lambs

blaze two comin through, long over*due, man this one for the fans
i love all my n*ggas, it’s been cute, it’s time that we lock in
it’s a war outside, we countin score, for every block we bent

mac 10s, had to pack 10

keep that stick right on my side
n*gga play wit me, i put you in a stream like my name kai

kick that body bag, we shootin at his corpse we see him twitch
deploy my set up hoe, i bet not catch him tryna link that b*tch

- dris lyrics

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