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lirik lagu envy caine & mori briscoe - blood bath

[hook: milo floxk]
brodie bounced out right up on me, tryna tap his brain
we done been though every n~gga block tryna test the flame
brodie had got locked up for some b’s and he ain’t been the same
hit him on that porch with that torch, brodie hit his brain

[verse 1: milo floxks]
we walk sh~t down, we don’t shoot from corners, n~ggas be really lame
we bent they block, me and bro was fiendin’ to floxk, that’s how i got my name
bloodbaths for real, we ready to crash, me and bro tryna catch a chain
we givin’ out headshots, go to the p to go test knocks, still free the whole campaign

[verse 2: mori briscoe]
we on that block tryna clean up
thesе n~ggas woke up the reapеr
lil bro said he sleep with his nena, we call him gully the way that he creep up
he a loose~screw, we give him face shots
pack him if he let the rake drop
n~ggas keep yellin’ “slime”, f~ck it, i guess we gon’ have to go at the snakes [?]
over here we drop sh~lls, n~gga, not tears
lo~lost bro we sent ‘em some pairs, like
only the strong will survive, free mar blixk been down for some years
[?] demon when i creep
48, i rock him to sleep
i throw a shot and watch everyone flee
kept bangin’ and bangin’ ‘til we caught a b, n~gga
[verse 3: denz flocks]
i be screamin’ out who shot ya?
new choppa, tinted out, beamer coupe with two knockers
steak and mask at peter luge’
punch hit, got two rockers
face off, it’s me and you
we ain’t playin’, oops, got him
two fifth, no love
on point, gotta stay fifty
got a few clips, walk down on ‘em you know them rakes with me
merched up, stay gritty
rumors out, name dizzy
[?] slip, hold slugs
lock it down, kay glizzy

[verse 4: envy caine]
jumped out, sneak up on a n~gga, frrah, frrah, he gone, n~ggas know how i get
got gang in the spot bro ready to crash out and we all got blixk
boy think he a k!ller, when we got the lo’ on them n~ggas they all got hit
headshot, heard son put the gun to his eyes, he was shocked when he saw that sh~t
three fingers, [?] don’t f~ck with n~ggas, folks gettin’ paid i see why they don’t like us
he was droppin’ them signs, look up in the sky, now we smokin’ son in a cypher
top opp, all i know is the last three shots get him gone, diggin’ in a striker
now they losin’ they mind, how these n~ggas thinkin’ they slime when we do the wipin’?

[hook]
brodie bounced out right up on me, tryna tap his brain
we done been though every n~gga block tryna test the flame
brodie had got locked up for some b’s and he ain’t been the same
hit him on that porch with that torch, brodie hit his brain

- lirik lagu envy caine mori briscoe

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