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blo - crossfaded lyrics

[intro]
(dollaz cooked this sh+t up)
(choppin’ sh+t up like trippy)

[verse]
stood on all ten
started strikin’ with two feet, i was all in
fake love, couldn’t see it, where my ray bans?
knew this time would come back and now i’m a made man
thank jacob, thank rob, i was a bad chance
so deep in the streets, but i had mad fans
but i got more haters
had to cut some n+ggas off, they mad i got paper
they say i pulled some luka sh+t, they say i went and traded
mixin’ oxy with my percs, i been crossfaded
couple bros who bang for pete and they say what he blazin’?
brownskin fine sh+t like that’s so raven
n+ggas mad, try to take me off like, n+gga, stop hatin’
you know i came far as h+ll, long way from that county jail
reached my limit on cash app, lil’ mama, so i’ll send a zelle
that ain’t nothin’, that ain’t even trickin’, that’s just your hair and nails
came up stealin’ cars, i ain’t never bust a wells
but i got money like a scammer and that’s on bill
frontline, throwin’ out atlanta, let’s just be for real
think i broke in every house in hidden hills
i drop a tape, that’s a half a mil’, that’s the second one on my deal
this sh+t for mama ‘dem, gotta take care of milan
bro say he finna go to court and i gotta pay his bond
he said he might go back and i’ma bond him out again
knowin’ that he wrong, but, sh+t, that’s my twin
you know that i got your back
pull up in a new h+llcat charger, i don’t like ridin’ scats
i been hearin’ rumors that i went broke and sold my scat
and bro dumb, he’s a rat
dropped a tech, they started screamin’ like kai cenat to join the chat
i went number eight from a cell, yfn lucci
these n+ggas never wish me well, leave ’em all clueless
how i made an m in the jail?
i hit jackson and got on bandlab, huh, b+tch, for real
when i ain’t droppin’ music, i’m tryna drop a plain
i ain’t goin’ to gio, i want johnny dang
ho ain’t come to visitation, my baby mama came
as soon as she catch me cheatin’, she go to actin’ strange
yeah, she ain’t from buffalo, but i still pay her bills
yeah, and that’s on bill
that’s kinda crazy, i ain’t think i could get a deal
from a bunk, my first half a mil’, that sh+t give me the chills
told my mama quit her job, but she kept workin’
tired of strippers, i want me a brain surgeon
them babies is just to hide behind the curtains
still smile, they never know when i be hurtin’

- blo lyrics

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