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blokka $olo - yxndu lyrics

[blokka $olo]

$olo, but i ain’t riding solo
i’m up in the hoopty with some demons and some locos
i know that i’m famous b+tch i told you no photos
i don’t need this ending up in hands of some po+po’s
b+tch
f+ck n+gga want smoke
pull up to his front door
turn that p+ssy n+gga to a motherf+ckin’ frontal
all the bullets hollow
all my b+tches swallow
nut inside a p+ssy cuz i might not see tomorrow
all this smoke is harmful
n+ggas cap like marvel
i was in the field like a flower or ronaldo
bullets whistle like it’s yondu
pockets full of fondue
this a game of wits and that n+gga made the wrong move
kick game like it’s kung fu
but n+ggas don’t comprend+o
get paid to sh+t on n+ggas, say some words, and smoke some indo
no habla espanola
if you ain’t talkin’ moola
b+tch i need a ruger
or i ain’t talkin’ to ya
broke broke n+gga
[young wicked]

f+ck the rap game sh+t gets no lovе
we can get it poppin’ now they shook up likе a cola
sippin’ sippin’ on this purple pimpin’ all my k!llers loc’d up
all my opps is gas
they get rolled on they get smoked up
broke b+tches askin’ me for handouts i ain’t got none
p+ssies getting c+cked like a motherf+ckin’ shotgun
blast blast
homie imma let the heater speak
this that k!ller hustle family cliqued up with the eazystreet
we gon’ murder [redacted]
so go ahead and give me the beat
keeper of that wicked sh+t what’s mine ain’t never leaving me
i f+ck with the zombie gang, the homies out in deutschland
p+ssies never stop me, black my money man and murder me
they gon’ talk that tough sh+t it’s nothing imma fade em though
if god call my number imma rise up where the players go
falling falling angel yeah my spit is on some satan flow
imma get that money til the motherf+ckin’ day is gone

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