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blokka $olo – $tvr$ lyrics

blokka $olo:

n+ggas talk sick, press em’ like a pill
all my n+ggas shoot, for f+cking real
6$k n+ggas know the f+cking deal
send em’ off in a box like a happy meal
when you do your little shows better check in
where’s your paid security when we step in?
yeah i came through this b+tch with a weapon
and i’m leaving with the turkey and the chicken
yeah that n+gga had a pack so i smoked it up
told all my little homies go and roll it up
my n+gga squid got the bl!ck and he going nuts
in vip with yo sh+t, n+ggas loading up
they be yelling “f+ck the other side” and i be yelling “who?”
boys talk real quiet when we in the room
his hat says [redacted] on it that’s how i know he a snitch
n+gga talking scary, that’s how i know he a b+tch
ye though i walk through the shadow of the south valley
if n+ggas coming up missing then we ain’t telling
i got my gvng on my neck and my f+cking belly
we might shoot the club up like dmx in belly
they like “how you do that sh+t you do in blokkaveli?”
“you the king of the motherf+ckin’ north valley”
“west side, war zone, motherf+ckin’ south valley”
really run this b+tch, we the motherf+ckin’ royal family
k!lls+d+st

fully automatic when they coming around
blacked out fits, baby talk of the town
saying that your sh+t is poppin’, i don’t see no one around
she wouldn’t f+ck with us back then but she gon’ f+ck with us now
blunt after blunt, baby pound after pound
she wanna give me her brain, i kicked that b+tch out the house
she can’t kick it with the team
unless she f+cking, she out
cause baby all that talk is cheap
don’t give a f+ck who you ’round
don’t give a f+ck i come ’round
we smoking pound after pound
i like bad b+tches, coke, can you f+ck with my sound?
she asked me how i do it like this
i say “i do not know how”
i like bad b+tches, coke, can you f+ck with my sound?

- blokka olo lyrics

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