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blocboy jb - no chorus, pt. 7 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
bam (tay keith produced it)
ayy, man, that boy lil’ jb, man, i been doin’ this sh_t, man (dj dee boogie, n_gga)
you can ask my n_gga lil nate ’bout me, man, we been on the block, man
bam (tay keith produced it)
ayy, man, that boy lil’ jb, man, i been doin’ this sh_t, man
you can ask my n_gga lil nate ’bout me, man, we been on the block, man
ask my n_gga mind, man (ha), get that sh_t right
hol’ up, hol’ up, who is that callin’? (tay keith produced it)
(god forgive me, i done got a lil’ cold) who it is?
man, it’s bloc out here, n_gga say he got bars, sh_t, i wanna see what’s up (yeah, ha, yeah, woah)
what, you wanna go against me or somethin’?
h_ll yeah, man, check me out, man, i just wanna, just let me know what you think on this sh_t, man (woah, yeah)
you hear me? i don’t like this sh_t, though (ha)

[verse 1]
ayy, cuz, on crip, you are not hard
i’ma throw them bullets at you like i’m brett favre
how you losin’ when i got out? that’s a head start
ak_47, smith & wesson hit your whole squad
i’m in love with the meal, no nicki minaj
keep my team fed, ain’t talkin’ a charge
i only want the bread, yeah, you heard what i said
you can say, “it ain’t head,” and see for tomorrow
on the block, that’s what we discretion
we can draw them guns like the n_ggas from the wild, wild westin’
’bout to teach the peon a lesson, i’m on the roof and a sniper like my first name wesley
f_ck the police ’cause they petty
free lil’ rico, my boy jailin’
none of my n_ggas are tellin’
f_ck the misdemeanor, my young n_ggas felons
if you make a move, crack open your melon
my n_ggas about that green like some lettuce
n_ggas, they be jealous, loud, you can smell it
all my n_ggas strapped and all my n_ggas ready
you say that’s your boyfriend? broke, that pathetic
my nut all in the b_tch throat like a beverage
smokin’ on strong and my kush atlantic
everybody know that a n_gga grape, no jelly
tuesday night, man, i saw a opp
hit his ass with the .22 glock
blaze his ass, police comin’ fast
cuz hit the gas and don’t do stops
saw your b_tch, that’s a date, smack the ho with the glock
that’s what you get, stupid ho, for playin’ both sides
blocboy servin’ b_tches like some large fries
smack a d_ck on that b_tch pupil, now she c_ckeyed
put a n_gga in the water, now his ass baptized
leave a n_gga leakin’ like a motherf_ckin’ flat tire
b_tch, do not ask why, man, i’m tryna build a new franchise
i be out late like a vampire
n_gga gettin’ tailed like the dude off of empire
heat a n_gga up like a motherf_ckin’ lamp fire
choppa hit his neck like a godd_mn bow tie
n_gga diss the block, all you see and hear is gunfire
[interlude]
yeah, yeah, how you feel about that junt, man?
yeah, i f_ck with that junt, lil’ cuz, yeah, yeah
yeah, you f_ck with that junt?
h_ll yeah, yeah, but you gotta hear my junt, though
let me hear that junt, though
yeah, alright, here you go, i’m gonna give it to you
okay
for like 60, or a 1_2, yeah

[verse 2]
turnt the f_ck up with c gotti
n_gga diss crip, caught three bodies
beat a n_gga ass in the urinal
now everybody in the school call him “pee_body”
only smokin’ kush, i’m a weed body
whole club crip, it’s a c party
dee boogie in the club, he the g body
call k!ller pat, man, them p’s, they’ll get you sparkin’
run in your house like my name now rambo
sundario do feezy on go
440 lean, b_tch, that’s what i pour
440 lean, b_tch, your ass is poor
you got to roll, you better go
‘fore i hit you with the hundred rounds with the scope
i beat any b_tch’s neck like a sore throat
all your b_tch want is d, you’d think her daddy was a colt (tay keith produced it)
baby girl, give my d_ck a hickey
i have the type of girl that be tryna put a front on
she suck it so good, you would think lil’ mama front’s gone
feelin’ like a righteous man, head like to get my tongue on
i just bought a mini, gettin’ paid four hundred for jones
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout your talents, but these b_tches so gone
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout your pieces, but give his ass a tombstone
thirty shots up in the head, they say i did him too wrong
and i’m still takin’ women, n_gga supposed to take racks
boys got the 30 g’s, comin’ with the max
knock a n_gga out the park with the baseball bat
fresh as h_ll, rock jeans with the baseball hat
run up in your house and get to shootin’ like a shotta
k!ll a n_gga for the price of some balenciagas
do it b_i_g, baby, call me big poppa
crip love, mama, we can’t go to red lobster
if they in apartment, call red just to drop ’em
bullets hit his head, left him dead when i shot him
when they see to say to me and fled when they popped him?
if his body was a door, i knock him, down
caught his head in the water just to make the b_tch drown
like a graduation, baby, i just need cap and gown
i don’t have no feelings, baby, i don’t want no dealings
i just want a lil’ top, so put your face down
[outro]
put your face down
put your face down
go and tell a b_tch, “put your face down”
put your face down
put your face, face, face, face, face, face down, b_tch

- blocboy jb

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