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TheeRealLoyalty - Blitz Lyrics



TheeRealLoyalty - Blitz Lyrics




I just hit the block
And it's word to my motha
If them bitches wan try me then it's up quick
Ion move like no sucka you bitches some bustas
Just keep all that talkin
Get ya poked, sticked
Bitch act like im phony
But you bitches know me
Bitch I got a name and it bout no fame
So get ya li change
Cos this ain't no range and I like to blitz quick
You out pushin that p up for peon
Like a big ass dummy wrote in neon
You the type my niggas like to go n skeet on
Cos we heard you be bussin for the freeon
Guess you the type to go n get ya freak on
Nasty ass ho you need a decon(tamination)
Weird ass bitch go get peed on
Bet ya opps still walkin w they rings on

Real hood Barbie don't let a pretty face fool you
Out here like a nigga ridin round wit the tool too
Funny face bitch actin like I never knew you
F*ckin up my plays ho
I could never include you
We slide wit them sticcs we ain't finna go golf
Was poppin allat shit
Now he can't even talk
This chop on my hip
Change the way that I walk
Pullin down ya block hot
Lookin for the opp shop
Died bout his pride
Really all fa non
In that ho geeked
Know them bitches must b bussin
In this nigga Stu f*ckin round off tht gas
Now I kinda see why you fag hos mad
Got it inna bag these Otha rappa hos trash
Could Neva rock like y'all
I hate sittin on my ass
Made it out the gate went n ran me up a bag
Niggas act like bitches
Got blood up on his pad

My jits really slime
Get ya bit up in ya back
I ain't beefin w no bitch
Ian pressin bout no stats
Ian throwin no slugs, we can leave it where it's at
But if you think the shoe fa you
Gon and throw it in ya bag
If I see them boys ima get outa there
And ion wear no extensions, this my real hair
Glock with a beam get em outa there
Pop out in yo city just know It's not fair

Bitches cant be friends
But you get dummy for tht nigga
Tht one hitta quitta
Typa to leave you on the inter
My name hold weight it give you hos an itch
Really bout a bag I ain't worried bout no bitch
It's a bird it's a plane
Stop all that lil yappin, we know you a lame
You really a bitch, all of them fake chains
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I just hit the block
And it's word to my motha
If them bitches wan try me then it's up quick
Ion move like no sucka you bitches some bustas
Just keep all that talkin
Get ya poked, sticked
Bitch act like im phony
But you bitches know me
Bitch I got a name and it bout no fame
So get ya li change
Cos this ain't no range and I like to blitz quick
You out pushin that p up for peon
Like a big ass dummy wrote in neon
You the type my niggas like to go n skeet on
Cos we heard you be bussin for the freeon
Guess you the type to go n get ya freak on
Nasty ass ho you need a decon(tamination)
Weird ass bitch go get peed on
Bet ya opps still walkin w they rings on

Real hood Barbie don't let a pretty face fool you
Out here like a nigga ridin round wit the tool too
Funny face bitch actin like I never knew you
F*ckin up my plays ho
I could never include you
We slide wit them sticcs we ain't finna go golf
Was poppin allat shit
Now he can't even talk
This chop on my hip
Change the way that I walk
Pullin down ya block hot
Lookin for the opp shop
Died bout his pride
Really all fa non
In that ho geeked
Know them bitches must b bussin
In this nigga Stu f*ckin round off tht gas
Now I kinda see why you fag hos mad
Got it inna bag these Otha rappa hos trash
Could Neva rock like y'all
I hate sittin on my ass
Made it out the gate went n ran me up a bag
Niggas act like bitches
Got blood up on his pad

My jits really slime
Get ya bit up in ya back
I ain't beefin w no bitch
Ian pressin bout no stats
Ian throwin no slugs, we can leave it where it's at
But if you think the shoe fa you
Gon and throw it in ya bag
If I see them boys ima get outa there
And ion wear no extensions, this my real hair
Glock with a beam get em outa there
Pop out in yo city just know It's not fair

Bitches cant be friends
But you get dummy for tht nigga
Tht one hitta quitta
Typa to leave you on the inter
My name hold weight it give you hos an itch
Really bout a bag I ain't worried bout no bitch
It's a bird it's a plane
Stop all that lil yappin, we know you a lame
You really a bitch, all of them fake chains
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Writer: Livv Smith
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Performed By: TheeRealLoyalty
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Livv Smith

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