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FROM DRILLZ TO LUV ❤️ (BRONX DRILL VERSION) 1 by Greddy

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FROM DRILLZ TO LUV ❤️ (BRONX DRILL VERSION) 1

Bronx Drill Version

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I was stuck in them trenches with my gun tucked Born in Puerto Rico, raised up in the Bronx
Moved down south, but I still keep it on me when I'm walkin'
Too many heartbreaks, I ain't trust nothin' So I turn to them drills, turn to that bussin'
Spendin' through the block, tryna catch me a oppa Fuck love, I was focused on the bread
and the glock Then I bumped into a shorty that move like
me How the fuck I meet the female version
of me?
If you feelin' me like I'm feelin' you We can go from drills to love, we can switch
the mood We can slide to steel, cuddle, that's facts
Still keep our respect, still keep it intact I'll take my baby gold on drills
Cause I think I'm fallin' in love for reals I was dead on my feelings, I ain't care no
more I was spendin' through the times tryna bend
somethin' for sure I done seen too many snakes, I done lost
too many bros So my heart turn cold, yeah, my heart turn
froze I was on that diamond
Always on go, if I up it, then I'm shootin' I ain't tryna be slow, I was chasin' after
money I was duckin' the low, tryna play me like
a goofy I'm up in that roll, I was done with love
I was done with the trust Every time I get my hard shit turnin' to
dust So I started movin' with it, started movin'
like what?
Started smokin' on that meat, had the block goin' nuts
Get shorty walked in like, who you?
She like, I'm that, I'm like, where me too?
She don't talk too much, she just move with the pole
She decide to line it up, she decide to control
Life so fucked up, I ain't think I'll find Love now I frail, stuck in the trenches, want
my gun Tucked on in Puerto Rico
Raised up in the Bronx Moved down south, but I still keep it on
me when I'm walkin' Too many heartbreaks, I ain't trust nothin'
So I turn to them drills, turn to that buzzin'
But I still keep it on me when I'm walkin'
Too many heartbreaks, I ain't trust nothin'
So I turn to them drills, turn to that buzzin'