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blake b - myrder ft. q lyrics

hook:i bet i got head straight bobbin to the crib
f-ck them other haters i’m down the way it is

suffocate the track make the beat lay flat
mix of real n-gg-s pimp c project pat

never hear a v from me where i ain’t say sh-t
even if i only hop on to say i’m the s.h.i.t.

sitting here income thick
several hoes in transit
so high i’s (eyes) thin
still see hate in them
i see hate i end them
they not me i not them
but my knot don’t come loose
i keep it tight like a noose
round ya neck til life goes loose
my rhymes heavy as a moose
you rhyme fluffy like a mousse

d-mn i’m tripping but yall falling
if the system keep us stalling
a dictator like a stallin
in the house we used follow
keep on calling keep on hauling
rep’ them trucks they maintain all us
we gon do it when it’s all us
all we need is knowledge power
rain on us like money showers
do this for my n-gg-s always

don’t want fame…but people know us
our movement bigger it’s still growing
if you with us..then you know such
raise ya fist up, that’s how you show us
american dream? (sigh)that sh-t so bogus
you’re dreaming america if you don’t notice
you raped our history and you should know this

we the future no dirty soda
birthed ya style now you owe us
need a future i’m the holder
before ‘ye i’m runnin for potus
check 1 i thought i told ya
she got a booty it’s 2 boulders
i lean on it 3rd shoulder
weed fresh for the grower
reep 5 seeds tom sawyer
akin to ya b-tch but i don’t know her
you make a thread
i just soe her
up all night on that folgers
you under me i’m on a sofa
you get over when i throw ya
jaw missing cuz i stole it
you know it’s fire cuz i wrote it
j smoke perfect cuz i rolled it
beat on wheels cuz i rode it
deez nuts…you can hold em. haha

hook:i bet i got head straight bobbin to the crib
f-ck them other haters i’m down the way it is

ask the white man, man i bet he say he hate me
(you) never get your records spin radio won’t play me

” f-ck that b-tch and his b-tt buddy who what fakin”
one time to my farmers going making skinning bacon
no plotting deals with a punk b-tch like satan
giving god glory knowing he will never for saken
i hear a lot of haters who won’t they life taken
i ain’t trippen
this eulogy in the making

i can be coo with it
or keep it on the low what to do with it
twisted black guaranteed fool with it
thinking bout me and my n-gg-s
full range k!llers
boding n-gg-s
who the villain
caught slipping
loaded up
clippin
so ya dumping
bashing
pull my trigger
smashing
i’m not ya average
living like i’m p-ssive
b-tch ima savage
shout out webbie
real savage
keep it gutta like no other
word to mother
i’m like no other
i get it going
u can look no further
cause my future controls my faith

half the time i’m out there
roll up papers let cops think it’s a square
n-gg- how can u dare
drop the beat
then take it there
(u) losing this fight better pull some hair
like i said how could u dare
i’m loaded salty
saucey
polynesian
whip it on yo fo head b-tch u glossy
timid g-y bossy
i can call it
you lost me when you lost me
but i ain’t trippen
i came my own boss be

make my own off a husslin
ima texas made blessin who was struggling
h-ll yea i’ll keep my covenant
i’m not so humblin
my manners in the pub a lic
i feel corp america just husslin

well i guess that’s the way the cookie crumble
i ain’t trippen off these stumbles
i’m stiff arming p-ssy while at the same time stayin humble
they gone hate me
scared to play me
f-ck it we blitzing
hit em harder with the safety
off

hook:i bet i got head straight bobbin to the crib
f-ck them other haters i’m down the way it is

- blake b lyrics

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