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blo - just talkin lyrics

[intro]
(exo)
now a lotta people, like
they think they know me, like, and they, and they really don’t know me
i done came up off stolen cars, like
this how we took care of our family
i opened doors for people i’ll, i’ll never get credit for and i feel like
i barely talk about anything, you know, like (deuxe made this one)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
can’t even do no shows, all i did was f+ck hoes
but i’d lyin’, i’d be lyin’, i secured the load
i had a warrant, i couldn’t еven fly, so we hit the road
thеse n+ggas pickin’ money over loyalty, these n+ggas breakin’ the code (that sh+t sad)
wish lil’ buddy had died when he got shot
i just got a condo and it’s up, them bullets wouldn’t reach, a n+gga couldn’t spin my dot
the first rollie i had really wasn’t nothin’, i still brag about that watch
i really thought you was the one, but you just like them, and them lil’ hoes some thots
them hoes ain’t got no morals, them b+tches ain’t got no job
i wish eb was, like, he just would’ve listened to me, like i was tellin’ him
we should’ve stayed in cobb
and, like, to and joe, like
we should’ve stayed with rob
my cameraman should’ve got way more footage, i can’t even drop no f+ckin’ vlog
man, like, listen, like
we should’ve f+cked more b+tches (on god, bro)
and sorry, milan, like, for real
i ain’t even take you to disney
somebody tell mar, like, “listen, mar, we should’ve crunk more hemis”
f+ck that, mar, we had every dodge, we should’ve learned how to crank a bentley
like, i’m just sayin’, the money, like, it was a rush to what i was doin’, like
i fell in love, like (hear me out)
with stealin’ cars
my mama, she was workin’ hard
she ain’t even know what i was doin’, she ain’t find out ’til i caught a charge
she popped a 30, i showed her a thirty (it’s a bankroll, like, for real)
it’s a bankroll, this not an m+box
and my famous ho, like, like, she called me, she blowed, like, ’cause they bannin’ tiktok
feel like future from a couple of years ago, i’m f+ckin’ these hoes in my flip+flops
f+ck these b+tches, i just want the pape’
and my mama, she just quit her job, it don’t even matter, i told her we straight
be careful when you shoot this gun, it’s a few bullets that fly out this drac’
think it’s like three of ’em, it’s binary
it feel good to, to send my folks, like, money and sh+t, like
now i can send you a wire
f+ckin’ this b+tch knowin’ that she f+ck with the opps, it’s like playin’ with fire (burn)
sing this song with the choir
[outro]
mm, i
went to sleep a little late last night
on my mind, on my

- blo lyrics

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