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bloody! (taisiegel) - the roof (prod. noli) lyrics

[intro: bl++dy!]
(yo’, it’s luciano, man, you know this sh+t finna be hard, n+gga, you know that gang)
yeah, i’ma pull, fleet of lot
i’ma pull, fleet of lot
i’ma pull, fleet of lot

[verse 1: bl++dy!]
i’ma pull, fleet of lot
with a glock and do my diddybop
yeah, they see me, she like, d+mn
ass pocking out them jeans, i’m like, d+mn
i need guap, green, eggs and ham
post on us and they’ll go blam
and she thrown that and i’m like, oh d+mn
[?], she taking off her clothes and i’m like, go ham
fool these n+ggas, escape and leave they haters like the winner
and that evil in my blood so you know that i’ma sinner
d+mn, my d+ck in her mouth like a sinner
and yo’ b+tch got ran threw p+ssy, she kris jenner
you a man, but you a b+tch, i’m starting to think you bruce
if a n+gga talk hot, then i knock his tooth lose
and i’m tripping off the drank and i sip it likе it’s goose
i’ma rapper from ny, like i’m [?]
knock thе top off your top, raise the roof
i f+ck up my mic, n+gga, i don’t need a booth
my cus’ love henny, he sip like it juice
and you cannot get a penny, who the f+ck is you
bl++dy!, i need money
you a b+tch, need too
hoes on my d+ck, but they just for the crew
guap in my pocket and it sticks like some glue
see auntie burnin’ rocks, same color, it glue
if snitchin’ to the cops, that makes you a pick too
[verse 2: xaviersobased]
she say i’ma tool and i tote the tool
n+gga, you’se a fool, all my n+ggas with it too
and i’m bigger than these boys, all they boys is my [?]
and i’m with bl++dy! at you’re [?]
got these b+tches on my d+ck, bro
these n+ggas on my d+ck, bro, so i’ma let the thing blow
if i don’t know more, play that n+gga like a banjo
[?], now a couple a b+tches in the f+cking
bando
bro, i go every f+cking where that you can’t go
never stop shooting, 30 rounds, a lot of ammo
if you talking hot, then choppa bullets, they go blamo
they go blamo
and i’m on my health wave, shoot the apple
n+ggas, crazy
with a beam, leave them red just like a apple
and i treat the chap’ just like a chapel
these n+ggas talk a lot, these n+ggas love to bamble
run up on me wrong and boy, you gettin’ tackled
yeah, these n+ggas snakes and boy, they love rattled
uh, yeah, i’m with cranes all the way out in seattle
choppa bullets snap and they crackle
run up on them boys and them boys skidaddle

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