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yb nemy - block tales كلمات أغنية

[intro: yb nemy]
ayy, turn me up, grimee
this that real block sh_t, f_ck what they talkin’ bout
every bar in this b_tch fake as h_ll, don’t take this sh_t real, f_ck 12
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
skrrt, brrt—b_tch, let’s go

[verse 1: yb nemy]
this that sh_t make a opp mama cry, b_tch, i’m reckless
catch a goofy lackin’, he get slumped by the lexus
f_ck your dead mans, i ain’t got no respect, b_tch
hollow rip his stomach, now he cryin’ on his necklace (boom, b_tch)
he was dissin’ on the block, now he part of the curb
i don’t tweet no threats, i just pop out and purge
you was postin’ up them poles, now they in your shirt
i put bodies in the beat, boy, this pain gotta burn (yeah, b_tch)
slide in a stolen, black mask on demon
opps triеd to duck, but this glock got a reason
heard he was twеakin’ on live, now he freezin’
took a headshot, now he talkin’ to jesus (hah!)
i ain’t signin’ sh_t unless the label bringin’ death
whole city know i’m cold, i put bodies on my breath
heard he runnin’ with the snakes? then i’m choppin’ off the rest
put that b_tch on a tee, he got smoked like the rest (p_ssy!)

[chorus: yb nemy]
this that block tales, hundred shots for a story
all my opps b_tches, they be dyin’ in they glory
caught him at the light, had to put him in a shorty
glocks like strippers, b_tch, we keep ’em in orgies (boom, boom)
this that block tales, real street gospel
say he got beef, now he floatin’ like fossils
i don’t do caps, i just empty out nozzles
sayin’ my name gon’ get you hit in your tonsils (p_ssy!)
[verse 2: yb nemy]
heard he dissin’ in his song? f_ck that b_tch and his dad
i ain’t arguin’ with rats, i put cheese in the mag
he was flashin’ in the vids, now he bleedin’ in the jag
turn a opp into a caption, now his name on a tag (f_ck ’em!)
they be actin’ hard as f_ck, but ain’t slid for they bro
catch me on the south, throwin’ fours out the door
hop out the whip, let it rip, i ain’t froze
that draco my twin, got it tucked in my coat
he a rat, he a hoe, he a snitch in disguise
put a switch to his face, now he blink with the sky
better pray to your god, we don’t play with no lies
if you say the wrong word, b_tch, you dyin’ tonight (grrah!)

[outro: yb nemy]
yeah, b_tch
keep my name out your mouth or we airin’ that b_tch out
all fake sh_t, all props, don’t call me
biggrimee on the beat, ho
yb nemy, b_tch
block tales, skrrt skrrt—boom!

- yb nemy

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