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blokka $olo – $hxrt lyrics

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[trap dylan]

double cup
while i double up on some numbers
in the city do or die
still duckin’ undercovers
really outside
got no time for supper
i’m a counting machine, thumbing through all these colors
self motivated thug, i’m a real life hustler
only getting to the gwap i don’t f+ck with no buster
feelin’ like too short i don’t f+ck with lover
only certified freaks up under the covers
f+cking her good then i don’t need no rubber
pull out game hotter than the arizona weather
and if she in the whip, then she grippin’ on leather
so if she throw it back, then i’mma hit back like tether
call it what you want, i’mma get it how i live it
b+tch you livin’ different, you ain’t livin’ how i’m livin’
b+tch i’m on a mission
this is what you get when you be out here steady pimpin’
this is what you get when you be out here steady pimpin’

[blokka $olo]
woke up and i’m trippin’ that i’m alive
i’mma drink another 8 and i bet i’ll survive
community park, i’mma slide b+tches say i’m a vibe
i don’t say that corny sh+t but n+gga i’m good on my side
and n+gga i’m good on your side
so what the f+ck really good?
i run the streets lil n+gga you just claiming the hood
since you claiming you bad
i went from busting the trap
pinching nickels for scr+ps
to puting the clique on the map
that’s a fact
i’m counting stacks and i don’t trick on no trick
kiss on no hoe still got d+ck on yo lips
dropping cenotes i ain’t cuffin’ on sh+t
feel like too short, ain’t no love for no b+tch
fiends looking for me
b+tch don’t call me
keep my line free
y’know sh+t’s bunky
n+gga don’t play with me
y’know n+ggas hungry
sh+t get ugly
f+cking with my money



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