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block bleeding - twisted black lyrics

[intro: malice]
remix
star trak, y’all
3r
remix, 3r
man, it gets no realer

[verse 1: malice]
get a load of my ears, my wrist
and i ain’t came this far chasin’ a b*tch
i done put time in, and though it ain’t crack no more
i’m still grindin’, n*gga still shinin’ (grindin’)
red, yellow, and blue, the colors in them diamonds
flashy, oh yeah, my b*tch match me
my whole team gettin’ it, it’s just that peak
romance, no, not a chance, out the question
every month, i push a new ride, keep ’em guessin’
haters don’t wet it, ’cause it’ll stress you if you let it, man
spent twenty on that wrist watch, can’t even set it, d*mn
no time for thеm chicken and tricks
if i fall off, back to the kitchen, fixin’ that mix
but whatеver, you’ll never catch me trickin’ on chicks
i’m malicious, known to get that money and run
’cause with a income like mine, trust them b*tches’ll come, you know

[chorus: twisted black]
block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it
sometimes we do it for the h*ll because we greedy
ghetto gladiators, bangin’ hard in street arenas
black russell crowe, movin’ snow from here to catalina
block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it
sometimes we do it for the h*ll because we greedy
ghetto gladiators, bangin’ hard in street arenas
black russell crowe, movin’ snow from here to catalina
[verse 2: twisted black]
i’m twisted black, and y’all cats ain’t heard of me yet
oh y’all spit, but it’s all about who word it the best
i’m representin’ for them gutter folks where life is hard
stiff n*ggas, where we sell sacks and fight in the yard
nightfall, we all flossin’ on inches and d’s
i’m so iced up, they nicknamed me mr. freeze
i’m on the quest, plus i’m hungry, so gimme a plate
i’m gang*stricken when i spit, it’s like a venomous snake
n*ggas’ll break and grab they broads, “pimpin’ the miss,” is what they yell
twisted black, i’ll have her sellin’ her tail
quickly, don’t pimp me, i got game for days
small frame with this tall game all in your range
it’s the southside, papa, it’s funkytown, texas
you know where you grindin’, n*ggas go for y’all connection
the block bleeder pound here, you from around here
now what the h*ll you doin’ down here? we block bleedin’

[chorus: twisted black]
block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it
sometimes we do it for the h*ll because we greedy
ghetto gladiators, bangin’ hard in street arenas
black russell crowe, movin’ snow from here to catalina
block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it
sometimes we do it for the h*ll because we greedy
ghetto gladiators, bangin’ hard in street arenas
black russell crowe, movin’ snow from here to catalina
[verse 3: pusha*t]
p*u*s*h*a to the t’n
my car european, ssl 5, 2003’n
mami get a rush
had that candy red paint sorta make the chrome blush
money hard earned
i could burn a dime on a b*tch, not even for a perm
listen, i’ll move k through the streets
’til the bailiff haul me off and court is adjourned
and ain’t ne’er b*tch waitin’ on me
she’ll end up skatin’ on me, f*ck the man hatin’ on me
so i keep my money close, hoes third
tight second was the gun that’s protectin’ what was first
uugh, it’s the boy that you heard
that keeps snow piles in the summer on your curbs
the ‘caine dealer, the stainless stealer
(twisted black and clipse) man, it’s gets no realer

- twisted black lyrics

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