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blo - how lyrics

[intro]
(roc, roc that sh+t out, hari)

[verse]
me and mari was drivin’ stolen cars to school
now they say that mari told
and i ain’t never ever had the jeans
but my heart been chrome, chrome heart
my sh+t hittin’, so no
you’ll cause a scene with yonna, that’s how this sh+t get home
bro just leave, so he livin’ through a phone
she laughin’ now, but she gon’ cry when you gone
i do this for the streets and the ones that’s in the jail
the judge know what’s happenin’, man, she would’ve gave me a bail
take me straight to fulton, on my kid, i’ll never tell
seen the label and got locked up, they flew me through the air
first class, delta, it’s been a long vacation
i’m still makin’ music, but they still keep hatin’
talkin’ ’bout lies, they be fans, want me to act like i’m famous
my baby mom gettin’ tired, i can tell it’s changin’
my baby mom gettin’ tired, but my mom ain’t tired
i don’t be f+ckin’ with lil’ bruh ’cause lil’ bruh ain’t slide
josh first one was a trx and lil’ bruh couldn’t drive
locked up for a body, they need to free the 5
locked up for some cases, they need to free the guys
most of us some outstanding members on our side
didn’t come with no map, boy, the streets ain’t got no guide
you tried to save her from the streets, but she a freak and back outside
these b+tches somethin’ else, i do forget these hoes be high
she want van clef, stupid ho, say it right
van cleef, she want new t++th
she want a new bbl to walk up and down the street
is your credit right? how ’bout you sign off on my jeep?
so you can report it stolen, ain’t know you’d run from the gap
and if i ever hop out, bet i hop out with my key
and if i ever hop out, bet i hop out with my glee (yeah)
pop up at the dice games and make a b+e+t
in my hood, i’m like bow wow back then on bet
she some hood sh+t, fine sh+t, and she got ebt
i dropped out of school, but i’m tryna get my ged
i dropped out of school, my senior year, didn’t revisit
mama was at work, so no supervision (yeah)
me and yonna ran off, a couple days, we went missin’
eight years later, yonna talkin’ ’bout that she miss me
how?
[outro]
yeah, yeah (how?)
how?

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