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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBloody Night
(Skeeo, you crazy)Look, uh, woah, woah, let's talk, nigga, yeah, yeahWho said they wanna do somethin' with me?Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't tell meyou wanted to do nothin' with meYeah, lookBitch, I got a problem, yeahStill don't need no Prada bagBought my bitch a Prada bagShe got that good ass and headI'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeahCity police could not tame meso I heard that's why they had to call the fedsCome on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang outSaid they want beef, go and tell them bitches"Say my name loud"And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow houseMan, my mama trippin'so y'all been dissing, say get 'em all goneTryna leave who dead? Gon' lay your bedgon' losе your head, bitchThe boys you with, they scarеdthe light turn red, we leave you dead withI'm smokin', tryna focus, now I'm callin'want me pay her rentLil' pussy nigga say that Quando got me tryna slump shitBWay tote nines just like he Rondoswitch 'em back with drums inShoot through your front doorif you don't know, we don't choose, bitch, I don't pickThese niggas be tryna steal my styledon't try see what I'ma come withBut I ain't got Jason, so they fuckedthey engineer ain't on shit, now hold onShorty wanna put that pussy on me, want me, I don't seeHow lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeansI got plenty hundreds on mejust want lean, I don't smoke weedAnd I got a slime just for your slime for who wanna dome meBitch, I got a problem, yeahStill don't need no Prada bagBought my bitch a Prada bagShe got that good ass and headI'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeahCity police could not tame meso I heard that's why they had to call the fedsCome on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang outSaid they want beef, go and tell them bitches"Say my name loud"And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow houseMan, my mama trippin'so y'all been dissing, say get 'em all goneYou'll lose your life'Cause they been trailin'they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong rightAnd that's exactly how that shit turn on a bloody nightYep, you just don't know your lifemight end at the next green lightI just see inside your eyesthat you ain't never been inside that car, niggayou just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitchAnd all them old-ass niggas that you be runnin'with gon' end up on some zombie shitfrom a headshot when lil' bro and 'em swing the switchWho that is, say they want Top pic?Gotta put 'em on my top listI won't drop shit 'til I heard that he got blitzed(Yeah, he got blitzed)You see them bangin' greenknow that be my shit, I bossed it all, them boysthey drop shit, get a drop to show youthey gon' stain you and who you withThey gon' stain you and your cliqueBitch, I got a problem, yeahStill don't need no Prada bagBought my bitch a Prada bagShe got that good ass and headI'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeahCity police could not tame meso I heard that's why they had to call the fedsCome on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang outSaid they want beef, go and tell them bitches"Say my name loud"And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow houseMan, my mama trippin'so y'all been dissing, say get 'em all gone(Skeeo, you crazy)
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