Dj BlokkRu
Dj BlokkRu

Supposed to be freestyle

Supposed to be freestyle

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07 Apr 2022

Alone Cologne Capone Exterm-parole You joe You joe As— hop Scott Jacks and Rope Ulist or Jackson noteS I Can’t Poke most Hoes a little bitch Tipped on me Spit Scratched Kicked Gauged /// I had to hual some ass Bitch broke heart like Pop Great stance Break dancing Should we tore up ya Blokk call for cops I Had a Ass to hual I’ll busta massive load On ya girls Backyard like Turn ass to doug Big ass army gun I couldn’t stash in clothes we were actually bros Bitch you was supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be still your actions And words Feeling frequency vibrations Fritter shepherd or heard All this girth Is absurd When I swoll In they holes It feel like most these bitches Think that we believe What they heard Homegirl kept telling Try to bring someone hurt Could I please spare a … what? Would I Jack to your her Nines blaming Titanic This is sadom-gahmorrah Would I what for you, No Now you hoes on ya own I was God’s gift 2 girls Now I package In bulk Scripts of perkies For whole Shhh’ -ale——(sale) And bitch that’s a no Yeah ya prices are power Therefore you tax me Approp ////// if Uncle Sam got his ledgers The irs want they Notes Double accrual bookkeeping And B.O.L. Notes These are trusts These are stocks and bonds Even priceless to some My price was your price Or close Then changed Up and up But your invoices towards me…Mr Greg I think we should talk Daddy can I get “No” Can I drive to the “No” Even thinking laying seeds with you And Reasons was multi Every reason A false one You should see these bitches faces When they figure out they’ve lost And the price is More mourta I know niggas and Poppies Rich as chocolate and butter Firm titties Late twenties Lil ass W/ da monkey Cece , Hear me Sierra You still deal with Neh’ira? Where’s ya band allusive momma I’m tryna dig in ya Wagon Organ trail in ya stomach Bro these bitches be bluffing Bitches weaves start to tumble Ghost land until summer Fuck is spring bitch I’m sprung Fuck you mean don’t answer And it’s Ms Sue’s only reliable son (Nafis messed) Then my facial expressions then you’re second Help bitches Carry not manage Less we pumping she choose Organ trail Trails of organs Intern med technician I always waited to love you Remember Neeka & mommas I ain’t beefing my lovers Another shot at you and Shay-Shay Bitch, that will be no You’ve Smoke up all my feel goods Then ya cat ass roll Was I asking her no? Rearranging My folks Telling Youngin that I fed Go be a fed But through school Those credentials mean the most to people who can not decipher what’s brackin Tryna force my Clydesdale Type girth like a Tryna force a hole King midus the flow Everyday I’m blessed with miracles ///This lyrical // pre-colitis // Got her //creamier Than Whatsherface Blood stain Busting loads E-way Drove and towed /// Never leave forensics I’m a sense It’s senseless cutting conNers Mutha fuck a warrant They ignore them shits like corporate’s bitch Very costly clothes Came home With a heart of lead ///heart of gold Often cold Never with them Threats And quote “I have many wins Under belt Buy me ethica” See you everyday Say nothing That’s what’s stressing ya A tipsy-Tae -a-tipsy-tye Which one y’all suck with guitar Listen bar Wheely bar Lotto in the corner stores Even -ning fuck ya sets and gods ///I’ Abraham Jacob’s granddaddy Is a prime example ////////// Of a criminal Back In oar Like a slave less master Sailing through Ever after presently I lack reaction Blocka Form responses Higher consciousness But Mute whenever If Ever I hear any type connection How gone move the shovel Who gone clean the chain saws Bitches make trouble When I don’t love’em Don’t want’em And I Don’t fuck’em Of Taqwa y why I Never opened up that soon Or played around Relationships Ain’t sacred now You busy earning Breaking tail They way they’ve ushered MARSHALL LAW Them attacks my woes baBes in

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Alone Cologne Capone Exterm-parole You joe You joe As— hop Scott Jacks and Rope Ulist or Jackson noteS I Can’t Poke most Hoes a little bitch Tipped on me Spit Scratched Kicked Gauged /// I had to hual some ass Bitch broke heart like Pop Great stance Break dancing Should we tore up ya Blokk call for cops I Had a Ass to hual I’ll busta massive load On ya girls Backyard like Turn ass to doug Big ass army gun I couldn’t stash in clothes we were actually bros Bitch you was supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be still your actions And words Feeling frequency vibrations Fritter shepherd or heard All this girth Is absurd When I swoll In they holes It feel like most these bitches Think that we believe What they heard Homegirl kept telling Try to bring someone hurt Could I please spare a … what? Would I Jack to your her Nines blaming Titanic This is sadom-gahmorrah Would I what for you, No Now you hoes on ya own I was God’s gift 2 girls Now I package In bulk Scripts of perkies For whole Shhh’ -ale——(sale) And bitch that’s a no Yeah ya prices are power Therefore you tax me Approp ////// if Uncle Sam got his ledgers The irs want they Notes Double accrual bookkeeping And B.O.L. Notes These are trusts These are stocks and bonds Even priceless to some My price was your price Or close Then changed Up and up But your invoices towards me…Mr Greg I think we should talk Daddy can I get “No” Can I drive to the “No” Even thinking laying seeds with you And Reasons was multi Every reason A false one You should see these bitches faces When they figure out they’ve lost And the price is More mourta I know niggas and Poppies Rich as chocolate and butter Firm titties Late twenties Lil ass W/ da monkey Cece , Hear me Sierra You still deal with Neh’ira? Where’s ya band allusive momma I’m tryna dig in ya Wagon Organ trail in ya stomach Bro these bitches be bluffing Bitches weaves start to tumble Ghost land until summer Fuck is spring bitch I’m sprung Fuck you mean don’t answer And it’s Ms Sue’s only reliable son (Nafis messed) Then my facial expressions then you’re second Help bitches Carry not manage Less we pumping she choose Organ trail Trails of organs Intern med technician I always waited to love you Remember Neeka & mommas I ain’t beefing my lovers Another shot at you and Shay-Shay Bitch, that will be no You’ve Smoke up all my feel goods Then ya cat ass roll Was I asking her no? Rearranging My folks Telling Youngin that I fed Go be a fed But through school Those credentials mean the most to people who can not decipher what’s brackin Tryna force my Clydesdale Type girth like a Tryna force a hole King midus the flow Everyday I’m blessed with miracles ///This lyrical // pre-colitis // Got her //creamier Than Whatsherface Blood stain Busting loads E-way Drove and towed /// Never leave forensics I’m a sense It’s senseless cutting conNers Mutha fuck a warrant They ignore them shits like corporate’s bitch Very costly clothes Came home With a heart of lead ///heart of gold Often cold Never with them Threats And quote “I have many wins Under belt Buy me ethica” See you everyday Say nothing That’s what’s stressing ya A tipsy-Tae -a-tipsy-tye Which one y’all suck with guitar Listen bar Wheely bar Lotto in the corner stores Even -ning fuck ya sets and gods ///I’ Abraham Jacob’s granddaddy Is a prime example ////////// Of a criminal Back In oar Like a slave less master Sailing through Ever after presently I lack reaction Blocka Form responses Higher consciousness But Mute whenever If Ever I hear any type connection How gone move the shovel Who gone clean the chain saws Bitches make trouble When I don’t love’em Don’t want’em And I Don’t fuck’em Of Taqwa y why I Never opened up that soon Or played around Relationships Ain’t sacred now You busy earning Breaking tail They way they’ve ushered MARSHALL LAW Them attacks my woes baBes in

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