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damu ridas (bloods) - get yo' money كلمات الأغنية

intro:

what’s brakkin’, n_gga, woo woo, young aktive brazy in this mothaf_cka, n_gga (woo woo), just watch this sh_t

verse 1:

i need money like the rest of the gang
so i’m flippin’ double up like the rest of the gang, gotta do my thang
if i want big thangs, big chains, huh
big daytons? on rings with my name
got game from a og
k!lla tone made me wanna buy my (?)
i’m a n_gga that sure get his hustle on
a n_gga been up all night tryna hit woop woop because they sittin’, dukes
put me up on the jheri l!ck
and braze ain’t been the same ever since
i gotta get my chips, a 45 on the hip incase you n_ggas slip
i can even bust twice or the whole clip
we just beat up on the seat if you hangin’ out
scream out the gang and leave your brain hangin’ out
g_ngb_ngin’ life we laugh it
jokin’, homie, crept up on this smokin’

chorus: ? x2:

we be robbin’ everythang
tryin’ to get paid, to get some money
gotta get yo’ money!
verse 2:

don’t wanna be stuck in my county flue
sh_t, leavin’ n_ggas’ ass in my starter shoes, but them karate shoes
they say braze “need no context”
but that’s the same thing that’s in years, f_ck that n_gga i’mma fire that (huh)
my lawyer don’t ride it, told the judge don’t get indicted
n_gga, sh_t, just imagine if i had kids
all the dirt a n_gga did it up and down fig’
twist some wigs, dip the heater in yo’ face (face!)
make you crack the safe, duct tape and wanna get the tapes
i regulate once we stick (?), in this n_gga’s face
tell ’em lose ha ha, n_gga five veins (ha!)
f_ck the khaki shorts, i wear the prada? pants
gums, the mothaf_cka slippin’ we gon’ find him and buck him
16 holes, flag ties and yo’ windows gone
now what’s really goin’ on?!

chorus x2

verse 3:

(?) while i steal the woo
5_like, deebo, cheepoo? too (woo woo!)
the whole world been woopin’ ever since
and y’all ain’t shot braze no chips, fool i’m the sh_t
the woop came from the mafia lane
catch poo, sake, mike, d_ckies, grab my own chains
the only reason camp song was a hit
’cause he was bangin’ on cube and usin’ our sh_t (woop woop!)
you musta thought g_len was the fool
that’s why i do a song with him so we can be bool
catch you at the summer jam, we gon’ rush kam
god d_mn it’s the figueroa, bullet holes in yo’ door
we the woop gang, hunnid spokes group gang
shoot thangs, fool, we ain’t scared to bang (huh)
but if i need some change (huh), i’mma put this pistol to some n_gga’s brain
robbin’ everythang, woop woop! (woop woop!)
chorus x2

- damu ridas bloods

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