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blitz - mia ghost & homi michel lyrics

i’m in the party with a knife i’m tryna poke something
b*tch cute as f*ck & got some ass but she don’t know nothing
my n*gga tripping off a “p” he tryna blow something
shooting with yo eyes closed how i know you ain’t gone smoke nothing
i ain’t gone lie my first trip i made six hundred
learned how to talk i hit six stores before six something
i really run with some pits i’ll tell them “sic something”
get they drop & watch them young n*ggas blitz something
how the f*ck is you a tweaker & you ain’t k!lled nothing ?
f*cking off a “p”, i broke her back she told me keep stuffing
you steady cuffing rat hoes & they gone keep f*cking
my n*gga got 100 on him he gone keep bussing
he keep texting bout his b*tch i’m finna keep f*cking
f*ck that b*tch good she acting crazy tryna key something
smoke a n*gga downtown fbg something
b*tch i earned all my bodies fbg nothing
she talking bout her jaws hurt b*tch keep sucking

i don’t need no f*cking pill to come & tweak something
you don’t step foreal so all that dissing sh*t don’t mean nothing
brody on go don’t get stepped on for mean mugging
i got the mag in the fourty ain’t tryna read nothing
n*ggas getting pressed, brody popped out with three b*ttons
tryna take it there he gone get left for tryna think he coming
cap ass n*gga think he a tweaker i know he a flunky
n*ggas capped out they talk crazy they ain’t really on it
re riding with them switches on him i ain’t switching on him
they tail tucking i can tell & n*gga i ain’t snitching on them
i ain’t gotta set the play to come & put this b*tch up on you
tender n*gga in his feelings about a thot these n*ggas open
playing in that water don’t get popped doing all that trolling
you gone get yo ass slimed out thinking i ain’t knowing
get yo ass folded tryna press n*gga i ain’t folding
n*ggas knowing they ain’t cut they just cap fa clout
lil n*gga don’t try to bump into us unless you crashing out
pat popped out with bl!ck on him they ain’t pat him down
flunky n*gga internet thuggin’ till we lag him out
catch them out & wrap up all that sh*t they rapping bout
bro toting a cig & he ah treat you like a black & mild
every n*gga in yo circle sweet ain’t got to ask a round
re tryna catch a hat these n*ggas just be rapping now

- mia ghost homi michel lyrics

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