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blo - dji lyrics

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

[verse]
i ain’t never tired of rappin’, i’m tryna drop at the same time
ain’t talkin’ ’bout droppin’ music, i’m talkin’ ’bout things that i flame
came up from the streets, whoever thought that i’d shine?
remember when “fat bit$h” went viral, then i had to go do time
i bought a rollie for seven thousand, went to the jail to do time
tell my fans that i’ll be back, i gotta wait, in due time
i got all type of paper on different apps, i can send chime
you gotta watch who be around you ’cause n+ggas take this sh+t slime
shawty told me tighten up, with the money, i don’t give a f+ck
was supposed to be stayin’ down, but i take the money and i f+ck it up
but it’s cool, though, ’cause i can still buy a bentley truck, huh
but it’s cool, though, ’cause this sh+t hittin’, now it’s up
drugs just got me goin’ down, bad b+tch from out of town
been a minute since i picked up weight, but i been pushin’ pounds
same b+tch that told me she love me, she just hate me now
posted me on tea, who gives a f+ck? b+tch, i get around (yeah)
how you mad i like your friend? i’m sorry, we takin’ videos again
put your camera down, b+tch, you the new icarly, i want cars like new ferraris
i want fast sh+t, she only twenty, but she some bad sh+t
ain’t from the hood, but plenty ratchet, she stand on ten like she on baddies, yeah
couple opps was in the way, n+ggas be in the way
now you ain’t n0body, but follow me, okay?
i ain’t in competition, i don’t wanna race
i’m still independent, but i just got a raise
i want five hundred for a tape
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, i went through blocks with micro drac’
why you want a bbl? i keep on tellin’ you i like your shape
i been lost since 2012, i really seen slime at the wake
i was prayin’ it wasn’t real, i was hopin’ that he would wake
but he never did
tough times, that sh+t scarred me as a kid
i got rich, i could have any b+tch, the hoes ain’t innocent
yeah, they found me guilty, but i’ma keep sayin’ i’m innocent
say i sold you a dream
don’t go down the road, might see your brother, he on cream
white and blue stripes, you never thought you’d miss your dreams
this sh+t you never seen
i was in the cell, but i was dreamin’ ’bout a lamborghini
i was in the cell, but i went louis v beanie
i was in the cell, you ain’t write no mail or come see me
when you get in the cell
you gon’ start thinkin’ ’bout why you didn’t go to the nfl
if you was in the field
all that playin’ you was doin’, h+ll nah, this sh+t for real
say it’s vicodins in his blood, we can’t buy more fake pills
stay down if you in the jam or you might be on big fifth
still belt to ass, please don’t forget i’m still built

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