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drunk - blo lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, camj, you got another one)
(fire this b*tch up, hulk, gang)
i be hustlin’

[verse 1]
how you hate on me and we was both stuck? we was in the same boat
police hit my street and i had to run, turned to usain bolt
i would fit the description if i got caught, i was wearin’ the same coat
shawty be talkin’ that sh*t since he got a deal, n*gga ass still broke
n*ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (huh)
can’t name one time that you caught me down bad and n*gga ain’t bust my gun
b*tches be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout a kid, i only know one and that’s milan
tell the da she can miss me goin’ to jail, b*tch, i’ma go on the run
f*ck these b*tches, i know how they treated me, yeah, pop that p*ssy right now

[chorus]
keep on hustlin’
i don’t know if it’s love or l*stin’
started from the bottom, i came from nothin’
spent a hundred k in thirty days like it wasn’t nothin’
came up, i was breakin’ into cars, l*o*v*e
sorry for breakin’ your heart, sorry for leavin’ you scarred
my daughter, she need me, so i ain’t got no choice but to go hard
if we get pulled over and they find a gun, would you take my charge?
[verse 2]
would you do time for me? ah*ah, would you do time for me?
all it takes is one call, ah*ah, these n*ggas slidin’ for me
shooters get paid to spin, ah*ah, but they’ll slide for free
tell that b*tch*ass rapper not too long, you can’t hide from me
n*ggas know where i be at
where you at? where you at? where you at? where you at?
in lithonia in my scat
white charger, hood black
i brought my whole hood back
i was sellin’ weed when lo just hit me like he got crack
n*ggas talkin’ gangster, but it’s okay, they gon’ get whacked
b*tch playin’ bougie, but it’s okay, she gon’ get smacked
wrist kinda new, but it’s okay, it’s gon’ keep smackin’
but it’s okay

[chorus]
keep on hustlin’
i don’t know if it’s love or l*stin’
started from the bottom, i came from nothin’
spent a hundred k in thirty days like it wasn’t nothin’
came up, i was breakin’ into cars, l*o*v*e
sorry for breakin’ your heart, sorry for leavin’ you scarred
my daughter, she need me, so i ain’t got no choice but to go hard
if we get pulled over and they find a gun, would you take my charge?
[verse 3]
brand*new glock, gen5, wide*body, big tires
spit in your mouth while we be f*ckin’, i know we got soul ties
n*ggas droppin’ like flies
give a shout out to all my opps, all them n*ggas gon’ die
n*ggas cliquin’ up
heard he ridin’ ’round in a foreign, shoot the bentley up
a foreign
young boy throw they pistols up
if the ho wasn’t goin’ back then, i bet she’ll f*ck
if the ho wasn’t goin’ back then

[outro]
keep on hustlin’
don’t know if it’s— or l*stin’
ame from nothin’
spent a hundred k in thirty days like it wasn’t nothin’

- blo lyrics

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