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blaze ya dead homie - bitch shut up lyrics

(chorus)
your mouth’s flapping and i smell sh-t (b-tch shut up!)
f-ck you and who you run with (b-tch shut up!)
i’m from the east and i don’t play that (b-tch shut up!)
and i know where you stay at (b-tch shut up!)
so if you talking keep yo lips shut (b-tch shut up)
fo’ you get yo squad f-cked up (b-tch shut up)
we gives a f-ck how you feel right (b-tch shut up)
i bring the heat to a fist fight (b-tch shut up)

[verse 1: blaze ya dead homie]
the name is colton grundy ya my f-cking homie
trigga man in drive bys
all the rest is phonies
blasting in instance
with precision i strike on b-tches on any terane and any distance
d-ck sucking hoes who continue to test the undying
power slam yo b-tch -ss for even trying
i can cut you in half with my chopper chopper
im talking aks b-tch not helicopters
soon you will realize ill never be stopped
by them haters, b-tches, or cops
f-cking with my cash spot
12 gauge blast point blank in the chest while other suckas out with vests
i keep it natural keep it gangsta
fo the thugs who forgot what its like to be a g remember me
check the t-tle of the song why you playing hoe
quit running your mouth about sh-t you dont know

[chorus]

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie & (esham)]
b-tch shut up your breath is all on pump
and the sh-t you be saying don’t n0body give a f-ck
no respect for the law
they skulls betta be lead from the tool
i use unloading on all you fools
(we been a victim to some hater -ss sh-t)
out the mouths of phony thugs
weak b-tches with empty clips
i’m on the corner slapping b-tches for the sh-t they say
b-tchslap your mother f-cking -ss outta my way
ain’t sh-t changed but the rent
(you’s a crack head b-tch invading on our residence)
and ima smack you in the mouth knock your t–th down ya throat
(when ya spiting up blood the sh-t is coming out ya nose)
cause today, there’s never been another sicker than me
ain’t no penitentiary ever seen or confined this type of g
unlike any other in fact
keep your mouth shut or ima push your f-cking wig back

(chorus)

[verse 3: esham]
b-tch shut up
whut up
i nut up
whip out the whopper chopper you get cut up
slice you and that sl-t up
shut up b-tch shut up shut up
for the ones with lip
i got extra clips for extra sh-t
extra extra read all about it im bout it bout it
dont doubt it
man i whip out it
explode it
reload it
if i was said i know you told it
b-tch hold it
b-tch what the f-ck you doing?
running your trap again
get slapped again
running off at the mouth
dont know whats happenin
dancing with the devil
i know hes laughinin
its a small world ill cross yo path again
ski masked again
im blastinin

[chorus x2]

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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