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blokka $olo - free tha plug lyrics

[blokka $olo]

n+ggas want smoke til we air it out
homie where yo motherf+ckin’ partner at? he buried out
f+ck a b+tch, f+ck a hoe ass n+gga
i’m a trophy in my set, you a joke ass n+gga
i turn the stove on, you can hear me rockin’ that sh+t
i’m a rapping ass n+gga but i’m rockin’ this sh+t
before the fame, p+ssy n+gga i was poppin’ n’ sh+t
in the streets, f+ck police, ain’t no talkin’ little b+tch
i’m like

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f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
send one, i ain’t got a hot dog i bust back
coming from the trenches and they love that, ruthless
never had a choice i just do it (uh+uh)
f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
send one, i ain’t got a hot dog i bust back
coming from the trenches and they love that, ruthlеss
never had a choice i just do it (uh+uh)

n+ggas ain’t thuggin’ thеy ain’t been up off that porch
say you thuggin’? i’m a c, burn em like a newport
that’s yo homie? sad you gotta rock him up on that shirt
i got homies doing life up on the earth
n+ggas snitchin’ on them cases, can’t handle investigations
sad boys
i get money by the bag boy
always stood a stack with my partners
i ain’t never had to switch
you the type to wife a hoe
i’m the type to dog a b+tch
front liner since a baby, i’m the type to take a risk
watch his card flip, 762 that’s that large clip
leave his ass leakin’ in the yard then i laugh
if he ain’t from my section i ain’t giving out no pass
30 hanging off that 40, 20 shots will do em bad
from the north side not a norte, i throw c’s up
love for the n+ggas in the grove who throw their p’s up
run up a half a ticket as a kid, you ain’t see nothing
stupid
who you think you playing with?
that’s the same money that you post in every lame pic
you don’t want no beef dog and we don’t rock the same clips
you don’t want no beef dog and we don’t rock the same clips
f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
send one, i ain’t got a hot dog i bust back
coming from the trenches and they love that, ruthless
never had a choice i just do it (uh+uh)
f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
send one, i ain’t got a hot dog i bust back
coming from the trenches and they love that, ruthless
never had a choice i just do it (uh+uh)

[blokka $olo]

big 40 in my pants, give yo b+tch ass a dead homie
i’m probably gonna die bustin’ back that’s on dead homies
cause i ain’t ever going out like no b+tch
tyrell act on a bl!ck
and he died like a b+tch
(yeah)
n+ggas want pressure i got time like a hublot
my n+ggas got smoke then i got that sh+t too, bro
i’m rolling my enemies in gars, n+gga light it up
and all my young n+ggas with diamonds, n+ggas lighting up
i been the motherf+ckin’ joint in my city, b+tch
n+ggas ain’t popping, ain’t you 40? n+ggas weird as sh+t
on gang, free my n+gga dac out that fortress
p+ssy n+ggas still ain’t jumped off that porch yet
and word to kees all this coke on my shirt
only dirt when i’m cooking that work
(yeah, yeah)
on the west and i’m bumpin’ that wurce
i got oppas doing life in the dirt
f+ck that

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[blokka $olo]

f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
free my n+gga dac out that fortress
f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps
f+ck that, n+ggas wanna play but i clutch straps

f+ck all my oppas
b+tch n+gga f+ck all my oppas
b+tch n+gga f+ck all my oppas
b+tch n+gga f+ck all my oppas
b+tch n+gga f+ck all my oppas
f+ck a b+tch n+gga f+ck all my oppas
mobster eat some shrimp with some lobster
had to hit that boy with the chopster
cause i know he an imposter

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you the type to wife a hoe
i’m the type to dog a b+tch
you the type to wife a hoe
i’m the type to dog a b+tch
you the type to wife a hoe
i’m the type to dog a b+tch
you the type to wife a hoe
i’m the type to dog a b+tch

[blokka $olo]

sid white, n+gga i see dead people

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