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afghan jesus - tetris lyrics

[hook]
they moving blocks they moving blocks
like tetris
don’t get shot or
don’t got shot or get ya head split
they moving blocks they moving blocks
like tetris
pull up in that drop and k!ll ’em like a deathwish

yeah we still finessing and we flexing x 4

[verse 1]
i got some thrax that get you high than lebron headband
me and henry hill hit blunts like methodman and redman
taliban like half my fam you touch them you a dead man
h-lla bands since 12th grade, cause i am the pack man
getting high and balling on y’all n-ggas that a tip-off
guess she saw me shining from a mile cause my wrist lit up
got her working out her abs like she was doing sit-ups
f-ck her with a rubber gotta go and wash my d-ck off
she think i’m so arrogant and i think that’s hysterical
and if you hit my phone and i pick up that is a miracle
i still remember when my mama used to scold me
like why you talking to them b-tches cause they so much older
now i’m flexing cause the flow is so much colder
wrist game like a boulder but this sh-t is gold bruh
tryna make duah and in my lingo we like, “tobah!”
thought you would’ve known i thought somebody should’ve told ya

[hook]

[verse 2]
i keep cutting down the gr-ss i’m watching for the cobras
like i’m gi joe or something choppers on my shoulder
i can’t trust no hoes no more my last one was a roller
and i can’t sit here cuffing nothing cause i’m not controlling
thought you would’ve known if it ain’t foreign then it’s boring
they been sleeping on the kid these motherf-ckers snoring
pray and make duah that one day i get rich off touring
pulling tricks like thomas muller cause i keep on scoring
call me merkhaveli i’m the mac d-ck in her belly
i been tryna get it ever since i watched “belly”
tryna find khadija, i ain’t worried bout no kelly
you knew i was coming you could hear the pack is smelly
sittin with this chick she choosing thought you would’ve known by now
riding down franconia my speakers bumping loud as f-ck
riding with the pack on us whip boofing like a dump truck
and i can’t get pulled over no more cause my record f-cked up

[hook]

[verse 3]
pull up to your residence i’m looking like the president
and she gone be my secretary if she is a pressed -ss b-tch
make it off of rapping then i go and spend it on my wrist
make it off of selling phones and go and spend it on my b-tch
f-ck it cause she do the same thing cause her daddy rich
blunted and i’m with the same gang cause we never switch
you know that we too legit we rude can’t fade no prude chick
playing with the money might get mushed with a pool stick
still just tryna make my parents proud can’t be no screw up
savages took over the homeland my house in ruins
still don’t gotta tell me twice cause i know what i’m doing
did it on my own b-tch produce and distribution
you talking too much, i’m tryna hit the mute b-tton
all up on my instagram but you won’t do nothing
you talking too much, i’m tryna hit the mute b-tton
all up on my instagram but you won’t do nothing

- afghan jesus lyrics

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