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blokka $olo - 333 lyrics

[blokka $olo]

go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!

cruising down the street with my .44
just another day up in my neighborhood on a stroll
i said a n+gga pulls up who can it be?
it’s my n+gga from the set he said he saw enemies
he said “i know them p+ssy n+ggas they some hoes they ain’t sh+t”
“them n+ggas dipped but if they trip i’ll roll them n+ggas in spliffs”
“it’s time to ride n+gga are you down? get your ass up into the whip”
then i played my old sh+t it went something like this n+gga
we the motherf+ckers starting sh+t in your area
+gun shots+ blokkaveli getting buried up
i don’t give a f+ck
still $olo from the cut
treat a mothеrf+cking opp same way i treat a sl+t
it’s in my blood
i’m a thug
i love monеy, pretty b+tches, and the drugs
i love the slums
i love the trap
and they love me right back it’s like that
dead stars +gunshots+
motherf+cker i’m hard
and they hate
that’s okay
b+tches playing their part
be smart
r+t+rd
and stop f+cking with me
or they’ll find you in the same hole where crime and them be

so go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!
leave a busted motherf+cker in the street!
[gucci deuca]

said it’s the boogeyman running up with death again
to rest in peace all my family
rest in peace all my friends
put an end to them thugstas who claim but really ain’t nothing
put a bullet in all them n+ggas who acting like b+tches
ain’t got no patience i’m hungry
still they feeding me bodies
i’mma go out get mine g
and you can’t stop me
in the whip it’s just me
with two glocks on me
and i got more clips
so please don’t try me
trench coming from the bottom
i got something to show you
can’t believe you thought i was nice enough to let you live
tied her up and had my way with her
murdered her, took her blood
these are things you get when you been f+cking ’round with a monster
white gold fangs
trash dread f+ckin’ locster
all black mobbed up
me and my thug
if you look for too long you might get your wig split
this that k!ll
that real
that gangsta sh+t!
[blokka $olo]

f+ck my dead opps and f+ck kold blooded
we laughing at your homie smoked up by the onion
acting like he’s gangsta taller than paul bunyan
now he’s looking sleepy like codeine and robitussin

go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!
go to sleep!

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