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newark flow - bloodie lyrics

[intro]
n*gga what? n*gga what?
n*gga what? (it’s a top opp)
n*gga ahhh! (from the rap to the)
kezii (grah)
n*gga what?(n*gga o’s up)
n*gga ahh haa
n*gga what? n*gga ahh haa!

[chorus]
guns clappin’ when we get on that avenue
bullets chasing right after you
you better run with your gun if you have to
lil b*tch better check her lil attitude
why? b*tch, ’cause we is not jackin’ you
have [?] come pull up, come smack you
bro hop out with the jack, tryna flash you
tryna catch him a crab or a hat or two

[verse 1]
lil bro, he just got him a bun
that mean he ain’t goin’ for none
bro hop out with the jack, start cuttin’
tryna bump in the sun, that’s done
like, bro where is you runnin’?
shots, all at your pumpkin
beam on his back, bro caught him a dozen
bro on that sh*t, almost fl!cked on his cousin
[chorus]
guns clappin’ when we get on that avenue
bullеts chasing right after you
you better run with your gun if you havе to
lil b*tch better check her lil attitude
why? b*tch, ’cause we is not jackin’ you
have [?] come pull up, come smack you
bro hop out with the jack, tryna flash you
tryna catch him a crab or a hat or two

[verse 2]
you can only get so far
bro, bullets is chasin’ them cars
he caught a hollow tryna jump that wall
boy left his face on the tar
bullets all over that floor
gettin’ that stripe, better leave with a star
bro tryna watch some fall
bro made it light in the dark
d*mn, and bro, he just got a guitar
boy on that side tryna play him a song
and bullets don’t care if you tall
sh*lls knock him down, bro who tryna play ball?
shots make a young n*gga old
sh*shots have a dead n*gga mold
shots make a tough n*gga fold
get in that [?] all you gotta do is hold
[chorus]
guns clappin’ when we get on that avenue
bullets chasing right after you
you better run with your gun if you have to
lil b*tch better check her lil attitude
why? b*tch, ’cause we is not jackin’ you
have [?] come pull up, come smack you
bro hop out with the jack, tryna flash you
tryna catch him a crab or a hat or two

[outro]
guns clappin’ when we get on that avenue
bullets chasing right after you
you better run with your gun if you have to
lil b*tch better check her lil attitude
why? b*tch, ’cause we is not jackin’ you
have [?] come pull up, come—
bro hop out with the jack, tryna flash you
tryna catch him a crab or a hat or two

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