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lirik lagu 12 days of bhristmas – love renaissance (lvrn), omb bloodbath & boogie

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[intro: boogie & omb bloodbath]
ooh
westside, westside
it’s a bloodbath

[verse 1: omb bloodbath]
on the first day of bhristmas my partner gave to me (ooh)
a brand new chopper, that b*tch got them double d
on the second day of bhristmas, i had came upon a b*tch
she be plottin’ a n*gga pocket, i done came upon a [?] (ooh, ooh, ooh)
on the third day of bhristmas, i had crashed upon a field (skrr)
broke the bumper on the beamer, i was high off that [?]
on the fourth day of bhristmas, i was posted on the block (ooh)
sh*t i had to save the trap, them crackers ran up in the spot
on the fifth day of bhristmas, i was [?] than a b*tch (yeah)
hit the club with all my thug, we made a movie in that bih (we made a movie that bih)
on the sixth day of bhristmas, i had [?] for a thirty (yeah)
sh*t i ball in the mall, they thought i was stephen curry

[verse 2: boogie]
on the seventh day of bhristmas, my b*tch got her edb (yeah)
took her car while she was sleep and split that sh*t up with bb (ooh, ooh, ooh)
n*ggas text me when i land, they tryna hit me with a fee
boy that pack don’t make it gas, stop tryna decorate your tree
on the eighth day of bhristmas, i was stressin’ too much (ayy, ayy)
i got no gifts from none of my hoes, them b*tches petty as f*ck (them b*tches petty)
the paranoia from my hood, that sh*t get heavy as f*ck (woo, woo, woo)
can’t let you ask me where i’m at, i think you settin’ me up
sh*t, on the ninth day of bhristmas, my b*tch got me a glock (ooh)
she said, “this present ain’t for you, i got this just for your opps” (woo, woo)
and on the tenth day, don’t ask me ’bout the tenth day
i got too drunk inside the day time, f*ck around and i got sh*tfaced on me (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
on the eleventh day, uh, i took this b*tch up out to eat (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i put my bread away, uh, i said, “it’s your turn in this sh*t” (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
your ass don’t ever pay, uh
and on the last day, spent that sh*t, ’bout makin’ blunts from all my roaches in the ashtray, homie
[outro: omb bloodbath]
big muhf*ckin’ westside
for the dollar a n*gga gon’ [?], on god
suwoop, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop (on god)
suwoop, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop (on god, on god)
suwoop, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop