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blo - free chaos كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(up yours, evil twin)

[verse]
they tell me keep pushin’
n_gga mad about a b_tch, tell your ho stop lookin’
i put belt to ass for real, check my inmate booking
i was broke, now i got cash for real, a dub or better to book me
i get paid to rap
this n_gga hard, but he ain’t like that, he get paid to cap
like a dyk_, i took my first advance and paid for strap
before my first advance
i was helpin’ n_ggas out ‘fore i shook jacob hand
i don’t never trip ’bout my situation, i just miss my baby
wanna take her to get her nails done, hop out the mercedes
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gang sh_t, but she the first lady
pull up playin’, my whole gang, b_tch, sprayin’ about my baby
daddy left, i’m sorry
i got two phones waitin’ to ring, tell your mama call me
i thank god for the label, i was on my last forty
now i’m talkin’ to my mama, i’ll buy some land for you
if you ever think i’m f_cked up, you know i’m still ballin’
if she ain’t never do that dub sh_t, we’d be still talkin’
we ain’t never hop in them cars, i’d be still walkin’
and i’d probably be free
time rollin’, my baby finna be three
time rollin’
blue hundreds in my pocket like 60 rollin’ (pop it, nip)
glizzy on my side and this b_tch pokin’
when you feel my d_ck, gotta use both hands
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout love, i’ll take both friends
shawty geeked on bars, these n_ggas wanna dump the xans
he play my music, his b_tch wanna f_ck me, he’s a dumb fan
if you down bad on your d_ck, go get you ten cans
at the right camp, that’s like ten bands
i talk ’bout the chain gang just like i talk ’bout the streets, this sh_t really the same thing
gotta hold your head high, you gotta maintain
this ain’t that, you find out it’s really n_ggas out here with no brain
you got all that jewelry on, it’s n_ggas out here with no chain
you talk to a b_tch, it’s another n_gga, but he got no game
we know that you told, n_gga, stop sayin’ you don’t g_ngb_ng
white boy, he burnt out on dope, he had to change veins
white boy, he burnt out on meth, he be talkin’ to himself
ain’t took a bath in days, he be smellin’ like he death
but off drugs, this n_gga had common sense, i swear his mind be there
i’m in jail havin’ miami vibes, i swear my mind be there
might drive a lamborghini through the beach, who the f_ck gon’ stop me?
i’ma keep sayin’ it ’til he free, b_tch, it’s still free bobby
cal still causin’ chaos, that’s why he beside me
n_ggas d_cked out, they be fans, they be actin’ like paparazzi

- blo

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