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Psa

Album: Everybody Hates Blu Durasi: 1:58
[00:01.52]Suck my dick, nigga
[00:03.33]It's a public service announcement
[00:05.29]I'm tired of y'all niggas dissing me
[00:07.18]Y'all niggas is butt, y'all niggas don't get back
[00:09.48]I fucked a lot of y'all niggas' bitches (ahhhh)
[00:11.95]I'm talking 'bout all on this one
[00:13.30](On that block, posted up like a statue) (rrah)
[00:15.43]Smoking Dotty, nigga (rrah)
[00:16.34](On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah)
[00:19.36](On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah)
[00:22.69]C Blu
[00:23.78]On that block, posted up like a statue
[00:24.70]Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you
[00:26.69]When I get on my back I'm elite
[00:27.96]No song, but it's making him leave (grah)
[00:29.44]Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek
[00:30.99]Like a widow that nigga gon' creep
[00:32.29]Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
[00:33.83]My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet (grah, grah)
[00:35.20]Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin'
[00:36.67]Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'"
[00:38.29]Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin'
[00:39.57]Tryna leave a gunner on that pave
[00:40.99]Fuck the 8, fuck the have
[00:42.44]Fuck Ju Heff, fuck Caine
[00:44.00]Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
[00:45.61]And the one that died the other day
[00:46.89]Niggas soft they don't put in pain (ahhh)
[00:48.31]Yellin' "Whoopty"? that's a 48
[00:49.42]Yellin' back, we crashin' that plane
[00:51.20]L.A. a clown, and I fucked his bitch
[00:52.73]She a demon, got one up the dick
[00:54.25]Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shoutout to that bitch
[00:56.30]Tryna speak at Jojo Spliff
[00:57.12]I see SA, he better not run
[00:58.62]Walk 'em down, yellin' "I'll come here"
[01:00.15]Where you goin'? Don't be scared
[01:01.62]Bullets high, better prep', I should jam
[01:03.06]Like the sandwich, I'm givin' up ten
[01:04.50]No stripper, but I keep a pole
[01:06.09]And like Brady, yeah I let her throw
[01:07.55]When "shh" got shot, why the fuck he told?
[01:09.28]Nigga fuck your deads, they all in my throats
[01:12.09]Nigga fuck your deads
[01:13.95]Fuck Edot, nigga
[01:16.04]Fuck Notti
[01:18.14]Who else? Fuck Rah
[01:20.44]Fuck all them dead niggas
[01:22.24]I'm in Harlem, tryna let it flock
[01:23.78]Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot
[01:25.24]Huncho, he a dick, shot he drop (dickhead)
[01:26.71]I'm a demon tryna give 'em hell
[01:28.57]Rappin' and drillin' 'cause i got the belt (rrah)
[01:29.92]Mops, kids, we givin' them the belt
[01:31.42]Suiciders who did it, to Edot and Mel
[01:33.14]They was so young, why they kill theirselves?
[01:34.66]On that block, posted up like a statue
[01:35.87]Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (grah, grah)
[01:37.39]When I get on my back I'm elite
[01:38.88]No song, but it's making him leave
[01:40.22]Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek
[01:41.62]Like a widow that nigga gon' creep
[01:43.18]Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
[01:44.28]My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet
[01:46.00]Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin'
[01:47.20]Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'"
[01:49.06]Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin'
[01:50.43]Tryna leave a gunner on that pave
[01:51.96]Fuck the 8, fuck the have
[01:53.12]Fuck Ju Heff, fuck Caine
[01:54.85]Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
[01:56.05]And the one that died the other day (rrah)
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