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tyler kinng - blood niggas lyrics

[verse 1: tyler kinng]:
if a n-gga start talking
shoot him in his mouth blood (whoo whoo)
slim got a motherf-ckin’ gun charge
shoot him, he dead in his own yard
n-gga we mobbin’, don’t make a young n-gga turn violent
club flood of dead, dead full of f-cking bodies
oh my god, i’m moving the dope
n-ggas get hate, get shot in the throat
n-ggas get (pow pow)
we shoot you and your hoe
we used to sell dope, now we sell c0ke
n-ggas getting high for the low
n-gga run up in this motherf-cka tryna act tough
and get shot in the nose, it’s out of control
i’m but to pop another f-cking bands n-gga
so move that dope, before starting heat n-gga
so if he keep bugging, imma have to start spraying
tell a b-tch to shut the f-ck up
while we run up in the motherf-cking spot
if a n-gga try to be brave i shoot him like a motherf-cking basketball he can get shot

[chorus: mintono]:
standing on the front line for my blood n-ggas
ion give a f-ck cause imma grind for my blood n-ggas
just came up on a hunnid case for my blood n-ggas
shoot a p-ssy n-gga in his f-cking face for my blood n-ggas x2

[verse 2: tyler kinng]
17 i was charging n-ggas 27
whip it whip it whip it
i said 17 i was charging n-ggas 27
n-ggas came in with glock on us
shoot everybody in the club but the owner
and i went back with the old sh-t
because i done came up with the some old sh-t
pistol whip n-ggas like it ain’t none to it
smoking that kush like i grew it
shoot a p-ssy a n-gga while i’m probation
turn to a mof-cka while i got situation
shoot a n-gga in the club why these n-ggas tryna test me
right after i’m all about to celebrate
got the motherf-cking bullets i’m throw em like a pencil
run up in your house mask up like i’m jody
pistol to head, n-gga tell me what you are thinking
bout to set it out to these motherf-cking people
we just want the motherf-cking money and the dope
we ain’t got no heart, ain’t no love ain’t hoe
n-ggas with the drugs n-ggas know we ain’t broke
n-ggas came in with the heat but i keep the heat with the dough
let me give a shout out to my blood n-ggas
let me give a shout out to my drug dealers
n-ggas got a gun, told him stop shooting
sim shooting, slim shoot him
what the f-ck is you on? what the f-ck is you on?

- tyler kinng lyrics

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