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bloodie - we different lyrics

[intro: shirley ann lee, louis prima & jaybeez da osama]
just do that and then let the music do somethin’, and then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
i mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know (that’s all i need), three minutes max— (that’s a fact)
down the chimney, he will come (oyogz [?], lemme talk my sh_t for these sweepers, man)
with his great big smile (osama, b_tch, grrah, r.i.p bro)
and you’ll find that even the kiddies (i miss you edot babyy)
are swingin’ in the latest style (yo, iv, doin’ magic, i miss you notti, free the guys)
look, hah (look)

[chorus: jaybeez da osama]
we different, when we step in the spot, everybody enеrgy get lifted
stay on my pivot, ten toеs down on the pain, hit him, then a n_gga shifted
think he sh_tted, ’cause he stinkin’
i don’t know what these opp n_ggas thinkin’
big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin’?

[verse 1: jaybeez da osama]
600k, catch a ‘wok, i’ma take ’em
look, f_ck if it’s [?], he gon’ do somethin’ for what’s correspondin’
shorty on d_ck and she gettin’ me tight
no, i can’t love her ’cause a n_gga heartless
r.i.p edot babyy, and lil’ notti
n_ggas know what we do to the oppies
free shotty, free scottie
.33 tryna put three in your body
n_ggas know that we really paved a way
show some respect, or get shot in your face
free all the bros on the rock, they got the spot, and they still duckin’ the [?]
how you ran on your mans and got shot? that ain’t your mans, he should’ve packed you away
hit him up, get him up, put the slappy away
put my thumb in her b_tt, get to slappin’ away
i’m fed up with my ex so i’m packin’ her up
on the rock, you was b_tt, n_ggas smacked you up
if it’s up, then it’s up, then we leavin’ it stuck
cl!ck clack from the glock when i’m keepin’ it tucked
head tap, now he quackin’ and sh_t like a duck
look, grrah, head tap, now he quackin’ and sh_t like a duck
grrah, grrah, look
[chorus: jaybeez da osama & bloodie]
we different, when we step in the spot, everybody energy get lifted
stay on my pivot, ten toes down on the pain, hit him, then a n_gga shifted
think he sh_tted, ’cause he stinkin’
i don’t know what these opp n_ggas thinkin’
big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin’?
flockin’ for dot, talk on dot, then i’m blazin’ (ah)

[verse 2: bloodie]
it’s everything dead when you run into me
like, i’ma dump, don’t need no ski
take off the mask and you know that it’s me
like, rg, he gon’ walk up on feet
dudeylo, he gon’ up it for free
like, sb, he put on for the team
sb, he put on for the team
that’s why i love my son sb

[bridge: bloodie]
grrta, ah, look (mb, mb)
boom, boom (it’s a top opp situation, ah)
mmm (grrta, boom), mmm (grrta, boom), ah (os up, never gz)
look, look (grrta), mmm, mmm, look (ah)
grrta, ah, look, he said—

[verse 3: bloodie]
it’s os in the spot, then your b_tch havin’ fun
mention the bros in the party, it’s done
b_tch is a fiend, let me pull on her bun
we in the spot with the bros, don’t bump
bro actin’ bad, he start wavin’ the gun
had to chill with the trap, ain’t no fun
grrta, look, ah
when you run into me, better dump it
it’s everything dead and we droppin’ the thumb
like, lil’ naz, he’s dumb
one to his head and his body went numb
in the sev’, sh_t cursed
over there, they get put in a he_rs_
down the hill, they hurt
can’t go live, look what happened to kurt
like, lay boppin’, i’m poppin’ these pills
shot after shot, he just caught him a k!ll
stuck in the trap, i don’t got no chill
bro fresh home, he still stuck in the field
free young bang, he got booked with the stick
like, lotti got poked for spinnin’ the hill
look, hah
[chorus: jaybeez da osama]
we different, when we step in the spot, everybody energy get lifted
stay on my pivot, ten toes down on the pain, hit him, then a n_gga shifted
think he sh_tted, ’cause he stinkin’
i don’t know what these opp n_ggas thinkin’
big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin’?

[verse 1: jaybeez da osama]
600k, catch a ‘wok, i’ma take ’em
look, f_ck if it’s [?], he gon’ do somethin’ for what’s correspondin’
shorty on d_ck and she gettin’ me tight
no, i can’t love her ’cause a n_gga heartless
r.i.p edot babyy, and lil’ notti
n_ggas know what we do to the oppies
free shotty, free scottie
.33 tryna put three in your body
n_ggas know that we really paved a way
show some respect, or get shot in your face
free all the bros on the rock, they got the spot, and they still duckin’ the [?]
how you ran on your mans and got shot?, that ain’t your mans, he should’ve packed you away
hit him up, get him up, put the slappy away
put my thumb in her b_tt, get to slappin’ away
i’m fed up with my ex so i’m packin’ her up
on the rock, you was b_tt, n_ggas smacked you up
if it’s up, then it’s up, then we leavin’ it stuck
cl!ck clack from the glock when i’m keepin’ it tucked
head tap, now he quackin’ and sh_t like a duck
look, grrah, head tap, now he quackin’ and sh_t like a duck
grrah, grrah, look
[chorus: jaybeez da osama]
we different, when we step in the spot, everybody energy get lifted
stay on my pivot, ten toes down on the pain, hit him, then a n_gga shifted
think he sh_tted, ’cause he stinkin’
i don’t know what these opp n_ggas thinkin’
big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin’?
flockin’ for dot, talk on dot, then i’m blazin’ (oy)

[outro: jaybeez da osama]
grrah, grrah
osama, b_tch

- bloodie lyrics

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