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realbleeda - platta lyrics

[intro]
(mercybeatz, n+gga)
( sayy kyrian, this b+tch slidin’)
sleep with a chopper, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i clear your street with this chopper, i eat with a chopper (i eat with a chopper)
get loaded, f+ck around and go to sleep with a chopper (go to sleep with a chopper)
thought i told them p+ssy b+tches that i don’t beef with the bottom (that i don’t beef with the bottom)
if they don’t let him free in time, gon’ put that b+tch on his mama (gon’ put that b+tch on his mama)
we make sh+t bleed, i put that sh+t on kianna (i put that on kianna)
shots got to rangin’, for bro, poured up the fanta
double back in they section and put sh+t on they channel (put sh+t on they—)
they want smoke, we gon’ clap ’em (blatt, blatt), throw the g+lock or the dagger

[verse]
post on that block with them smackers, don’t just think i’m a rapper
he was just hangin’ ’round a n+gga, lil one knew we get active (knew we get active)
ain’t use his head, he was already dead, we just whacked ’em (mm)
put him to bed, make them b+tches bow down to the pastor (bow down to the pastor)
kick that door, slang that ladder, left on the floor, n+gga flapped him
get in my my feelings thinkin’ ’bout bleeda, was smokin’ joe ‘fore i traveled (smokin’ joe ‘fore i traveled)
make it out of that fire, gon’ put that b+tch on you after (b+tch on you after)
i got stripes like a tiger and swing that stick like a batter (yeah)
yeah, gamble with his life, a n+gga f+cked ’round in whacked ’em (whacked ’em)
i hop up early in the morning and go get me a platter (a platter)
i can show you my stats, what you wan’ see the data?
bro, the mercury flat, so we gon’ bend out the map (gon’ bend out the map)
[chorus]
i clear your street with this chopper, i eat with a chopper (i eat with a chopper)
get loaded, f+ck around and go to sleep with a chopper (go to sleep with a chopper)
thought i told them p+ssy b+tches that i don’t beef with the bottom (that i don’t beef with the bottom)
if they don’t let him free in time, gon’ put that b+tch on his mama (gon’ put that b+tch on his mama)
we make sh+t bleed, i put that sh+t on kianna (i put that on kianna)
shots got to rangin’, for bro, poured up the fanta
double back in they section and put sh+t on they channel (put sh+t on they channel)
they want smoke, we gon’ clap ’em, throw the g+lock or the dagger (throw the g+lock or the dagger)

- realbleeda lyrics

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