Tag: BLOODIE

BLOODIE – BLOODIE FLOW ( Lyrics ) Letra BLOODIE BLOODIE – BLOODIE FLOW ( Lyrics Nigga what? What? Ah! Ah! Ah!
(Nigga Ah! Ah!)

Bitch is a thot she gon’ ride with the steppers
She don’t care, she eat dick up whenever
You [?] the thot better get it together
[?] she won’t love you forever
Bullets is burning you hotter than pepper
If I see the [?] go get em

Send the addy I link up wherever
I keep a gun it don’t matter the weather
[?] shot through the sweater
Like she play tricks in your mind if you let her
[?] bitch who do it better?
Ah! Free the guys they don’t care ‘bout no letters
[?] play in the spot give ‘em cheddar
[?] but my sons don’t let em

Boy I told y’all I pray but y’all know that I sin
Right after church then we load up them grips
I see a [?] then we go hit the strip
Start taking [?] the brick

We singing songs for the ones that got hit
Ah! And the [?] for the ones that [?]
It’s getting [?] take a flick with your friends
Why? You don’t know if we next on the list

Boy acting bad but I know that he popped
Ah! Why? ‘Cause that boy got popped
Damn, [?] should’ve bought em a knock
Must’ve forgot that it was shoot or get shot

[?] it was O’s in the spot
[?] that watch
Got [?] for the 30 and a Glock
[?] put beam on the mop

[?] got close I was smacking that thot
Ah! bitch lucky I ain’t see her on that block
[?] I keep one in the top
They know my bop, get up close throw a shot
[?] one in the [?]
And [?] just got a new chop
Fuck her so good that telling me stop
Calling me “daddy” tryna make me her pop

Bitch is a freak tryna eat up the team
She a thot she gon eat just to eat
She wanna be down so she tote on the heat
She let me fuck so I nut on her teeth

Ah! Ah! Bitch wallin but thats how it be
I never get mad cuz that bitch for the streets
Wait, don’t cuff her just let her be free
‘Cause she riding dick like she taking a seat

Ah! [?] then she hit up the sleeze
[?] dumb and I know what that means
Ah! You gon’ die tryna be a lil freak
Bitch tryna line me I’m knocking off [?]

Ah! Get the addy, pull up where you leave
She like “Bloodie, I miss you” and got on her knees
[?] bitch get off my jeans
She like Bloodie chill I got what you need

If you know then you know [?]
Ah! Bag her, hit in that trap
Damn I was young I was giving out packs
Damn [?] with a strap
[?] If he makk
And we still got back
Why? Boy pushed up and got clapped [?]
Lotit was spitting but that boy wasn’t [?]

Kyle G died that a fact
They was all bugging [?] all got tapped
Running, where? Bullets is beating your back
[?] got the lo where you at?

Dummy, you should’ve stayed off the [?]
Wait why? You know what happened to Matt
Damn [?]
He ain’t even know he was [?]

Bitch is a thot she gon’ ride with the steppers
She don’t care, she eat dick up whenever
You [?] the thot better get it together
[?] she won’t love you forever
Bullets is burning you hotter than pepper
If I see the [?] go get em
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BLOODIE, Sugarhill Ddot – HANDS DOWN ( Lyrics ) Letra BLOODIE BLOODIE, Sugarhill Ddot – HANDS DOWN (Lyrics)
Intro
Grah-grah
Grrah, grah-grah
(Yo Lucas Ya Heard)
Y’all know the vibes, it’s that lil Ddot nigga ya heard
Y’all know the fucking vibes man
(Ayo EliWTF)

Chorus
Hands down, If I don’t got the knocks (grrah) (grrah-grrah boom)
I bet he get beat out his sneaks
Like, broad day (grrah)
Lil crash, he lucky (grrah-grrah)
I ain’t put him right to sleep (on bro)
Fuck all the rapping, I {?} all the action (grah)
I stay in the field and I’m toting my ratchet (grrah-grrah boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that’s the makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (grrah)
Like, I don’t know why they talking on Notti
Like when we spin through they block (on bro)
It’s a homi
Talk on Dot, ya ass geting killed
Better ask for {?} for that name it get real (worda my motha nigga)
Like, two v’s when we spinning through drew (grrrr)
Can’t forget lil Kurt got shot in his tooth (ahhh-ahhh)
Like, (ahhh, ahhh) and the last got hit in his shouldеrs (ahhh)
So, fuck it, just roll up a boulder (ahhhh) (matt savv)
Verse 1: Bloodie
Like bro he could diе (grrah, look)
Like, so don’t trip when you slide (AP AP)
Bro thought he was sipping, he was drinking that tie (ahh)
Bro one shot after shot, tryna hang out the –
Ahhhh-haaaaa
So, 88k (grrah)
Like let’s go blitz if he smoking on Kay
Bro throwing shot after shot tryna knock off a –
Bro a shot after shot tryna knock off a face
Ahhhhh
But it’s still free move (gang) (like)
But he better move (ahhhhh)
Like free Banga, we know what you do
He was on thotties and thotties (grrah)
He was shaking the room (grrah-grrah boom)

Verse 2: Sugarhill Ddot
Grrah, grrah bang
Like, and I see my target (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, he can run cause this shit not the hardest (ahhhh)
Like, ski’d up tryna catch me a shaper
She wanna link cause I’m going retarded (worda my motha nigga)

Verse 3: Bloodie
(grrah, like)
They know the vibes with us
Like he was dissing on Notti
Had to get on that bus
Like, always keep one of them tucked (grrah)
He was dissing on Dot, I start wavin my gun
Like, see to see bro you know that it’s us (ahhh)
He was running, when I start put him in this blunt (ahhhhh)
(grrah, grrah) (ahhh-ahhhhhh)
Like, don’t get no {?} if he don’t got no hits
Glass, shatter all over the strip (grrah, look)
He ducking, moving faster than his bitch (ahhhhh)
We gon up on his block, I don’t care bout no kids (grrah)
(grrah) I’m tryna catch me who this (grrah)
Like, now he just dead in this spliff (grah-grah)
Verse 4: Sugarhill Ddot
Frankie dead (ahhh)
I don’t know why they mention my dead (grah-grah boom)
When I spin to the s, fill em up with led
Like, don’t forget that lil smelly is dead (grah-grah boom)
(smellyyyyy)

Chorus
Hands down, If I don’t got the knocks (grrah)
I bet he get beat out his sneaks (grrah-grrah boom)
Like, broad day (grrah)
Lil crash, he lucky I ain’t put him right to sleep (on bro)
Fuck all the rapping, I {?} all the action
I stay in the field (grrah) and I’m toting my ratchet (grrah boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that’s the makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (like) (grrah, grrah) (like) (like)

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