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mozzy - bladadah lyrics

[produced by mmmonthabeat]

[intro]
yeah, n-gga like me, you know i love this sh-t homie love ya
a lot of hustle homie
if n-ggas know me then n-ggas know
if n-ggas know me then n-ggas know
if n-ggas know me then n-ggas know
i said if n-ggas know me then n-ggas know

[verse 1]
if n-ggas know me they know i ain’t with the f-ckery
you say you need the job done? you know you ‘posed to come to me
grittin’ for the girly face so she can live comfortably
crazy how the mainy sh-t i done keep on huntin’ me
we gon’ sit outside his mama house until we thunder him
i don’t f-ck with f-ck n-ggas, real n-gga f-ck with me
ferragamo on me still saggin’ when i buckle him
grab the plate, draw a single file line and snuffle him
b-tches be in love with me, i don’t love ’em b-tches though
cattin when it’s sp-nky so i had to let them n-ggas go
livin’ grounds critical, flockin’ at your physical
it’s deeper than the punchline and tryna sound lyrical
you don’t wanna live like this, my life difficult
it is what it is, i’m all in and i ain’t trippin’ though
murder was the case, that’s what all the shooters sittin’ for
still slide for my brother zilla zoe everyday
pour baking soda in the pot and let it marinate
snitchin’ is a style now, n-ggas wanna narrate
dope spot barricaded, task force tuesday
macintosh hangin’ from an airforce shoe lace
i was jay jonah’d up on every back to school day
nookie n-ggas just a new addition to the food chain
sippin’ h-lla glue gang, pour another eight up
don’t wiggle through this motherf-cker, get your sh-t ate up
i’m just bein’ straight up, why you put the k up?
twenty thousand got me feelin’ like 100k up
all easy money like a layup, pay up
them zannies don’t be helpin’ when a n-gga tryna stay up
you can ask the last ho i fired, i don’t cake up
transform a hooker with the marc jacob make-up
breakin’ up the dice game, let a thottie pipe drain
all this funk’ll have you fallin’ off like a bike chain

[interlude]
i get love out here in harlem man. i done sold c0ke on these streets man; hash, weed, heron. as long as n-ggas is feelin’ it a n-gga like me can hustle. that’s my gift in life man, you know?

[verse 2]
murder is the mind state, boosted up the crime rate
if you gon’ f-ck around you gotta do that sh-t the right way
i be on my lonely, scared of what a n-gga might say
still a rat even if you dry snitchin’ light weight
how you good homie, n-gga? that ain’t what the kite say
it’s just another square from the hood like radante
clutching on picante, aim it at your noodle pack
gave the kata back cause he ain’t know what to do with that
four finger banger baby and i’m still true to that
give up anything if i could bring one of my shooters back
zillas doin’ videos with suckers, i ain’t cool with that
if perk was here he wouldn’t approve either, why you doin’ that?
act like you don’t knowin’ them the humans that we loomin at
f-ck it up for all the real n-ggas with your stupid -ss
40 in the gucci bag, posted where it’s boomin’ at
yellin’ “free my level four n-ggas doin’ super max”
move a pack toot, a pack toot, a pack move a pack
loyalty is everything, i’m tryna not to ruin that
rich n-gga always told me all you gotta do is stack
but every time the b-tch is in it, i be runnin’ through the stack
wiggled out the hood for a minute and i’m movin’ back
h-lla n-ggas started dyin’ i’m the one that influenced that
gun shots’ll never cease, gotta stay strapped for it
if a sucker catch me leakin’ that just means i asked for it
movin’ at a fast pace accordin’ to the dashboard
cousin got a sk, blood tryna tax for it
i ain’t tryna spend nothin’ more than a rack for it
doin’ somethin’ right now so i’ma double back for it
rap about real sh-t, real n-ggas feel this
they don’t comprehend it when i talk about a k!ll switch
all that in the field sh-t take you on a field trip
my lil n-ggas sick, he drill sh-t until the steel cl1ck
bladadah

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