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b lovee - out of it lyrics

[intro]
(turn me up)
uhh
grrah, grrah, grrah
(jamz, turn me up)

[chorus: b lovee]
i just got in my groove
please do not think about f+ckin’ my mood up
i’m with the goons, they put different 2’s up
see the opps, shootin’ the room up
kay brought the mop, so i pick the broom up
goin’ shot for shots if they tryna boom us
b+tches wanna f+ck ’cause i got my views up
and no i ain’t with the pauses, we see the opps, we got out this b+tch, that’s facts
gwalla, i walk with a lot of it
dare a n+gga try to blitz and i’m up in his trap
ek gon’ hop out back with sh+t that go “brrt+the+bat”, it’s gon’ chew off his back
my ‘ooter be buggin’ when he off the ‘erky, i told him to chill, he need to relax

[verse: b lovee & kay flock]
these b+tches be buggin’ like they really worthy, told ’em need to chill, it’s no time for that
shе dance on my lap while she feel on my racks
shе keep on feelin’ ’til she feelin’ [shrax?]
’til she feelin’ [knocka?]
brodie off a pill, spinnin’ tryna pop some’
and the sh+t’ll get real, lookin’ like we got one
b lovee at the court the other day, he dropped one
we don’t stop shootin’ ’til the cops come
we gon’ keep flamin’ ’til we see we got one
grrrt
i’m smokin’ on grade a, i was lookin’ day ray
[?] grip at the [?] safety
’cause of [deezo?] spin through the same way
she a treesh, i’ma f+ck her the same day
get to the breesh, i’ve been stuck in my d+mn ways
get to the breesh, i’ve been stuck in my d+mn ways
we gon’ spin through the same way
with the locs, they be screamin’ out, “ray ray”
we catch a opp, we gon’ do him the same way
(like, dummy)
hop out the cut and we blitz ’em
i’m finna get off the liquor, please do not f+ck up my mood
totin’ this .40, man i’m tryna hit some’, i bet that .40 gon’ boom
i got a baddie and she tryna l!ck some’, she better not f+ck up my mood
[chorus: b lovee]
please do not think about f+ckin’ my mood up
i’m with the goons, they put different 2’s up
see the opps, shootin’ the room up
kay brought the mop, so i pick the broom up
goin’ shot for shots if they tryna boom us
b+tches wanna f+ck ’cause i got my views up
and no i ain’t with the pauses, we see the opps, we got out this b+tch, that’s facts
gwalla, i walk with a lot of it
dare a n+gga try to blitz and i’m up in his trap
ek gon’ hop out back with sh+t that go “brrt+the+bat”, it’s gon’ chew off his back
my ‘ooter be buggin’ when he off the ‘erky, i told him to chill, he need to relax

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