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blocboy jb - chun-li freestyle lyrics

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[intro]
i just want a b-tch like nicki
she gotta be bad, i ain’t picky
pull up with the chopper, hit a n-gga, i ain’t missin’
yeah i’ll slam dunk a n-gga, blake griffen

[verse]
i’m the leader, i’m the leader (leader)
i’m the n-gga with them two desert eagles (huh?)
caught him in the park and i knocked him off the meter (grrah)
yeah bah-bah-bah, now that’s onomatopoeia (‘poiea)
home run a n-gga like i’m derek jeter (derek jeter)
kicked a n-gga -ss like fifa
i’ma f-ck your b-tch and tell her nice to meet her (nice to meet her)
wrist on freezer, f-ckin’ on skeezers (skeezers)
old trap sh-t, b-tch you know i got beepers (word)
it’s so cold but you know i got heaters (heaters)
i’m a brown n-gga with nuts like sneakers (sneakers)
caught him in the club with his b-tch, he tried to leave her (word)
ain’t no one on ones, we gon’ jump him like aaliyah (that’s on my mama)
this my theme song, this my theme song (theme song)
was naked in the jungle (word), now i got a mink on (mink on)
how the f-ck you do a drive-by with some pink on? (b-tch it’s polo)
i just shot a p-ssy n-gga with my pinky ring on n-gga (i shot him solo)
f-ck her from the back, she get her cream on n-gga (get her cream on)
i’m just tryna get my whole f-ckin’ team on n-gga (get my team on)
glock-22 with the beam on n-gga (word, word, word)
shoot you dead in the head if you think wrong n-gga (yeah yeah yeah)
oh, is this martial arts? (huh?)
i just want to hit my target like we playin’ darts
i’ma put a n-gga in the back just like a shopping cart (what you need?)
spent your last bag on some gucci, you ain’t shoppin’ smart (you dumb)
gucci gucci gucci gucci, everything gucci (everything gucci)
wet a n-gga like some coochie with this f-ckin’ uzi (grrah)
if i heard one gunshot the whole squad shootin’ (squad shootin’)
you would think them n-ggas was dancin’ the way they body movin’ (woo)
’bout to let the sauce drip, hey hey (yeah yeah)
hit the club, got the nine on my hip (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
bullets hit a n-gga from the spine to his lip (to his lip)
if a n-gga diss the block then he dyin’, that’s on crip (that’s on crip)

[outro]
hey, hey, that’s on crip
hey, hey, i got this motherf-ckin’ forty on my hip
i got this b-tch up on her knees, she gon’ dip, ayy
and i’m cruisin’, yeah i’m on cruisin’
y’all n-ggas ain’t gettin’ money then y’all losin’
i’ma chase the money, yeah you know how i’m doin’
and n-gga rest in peace to simi, got shot over stupid
this sh-t street, you know how i’ma be
n-gga play with me then he got defeated, ayy
get that n-gga, get him empty, ayy ayy
get the n-gga big money, ayy
what the f-ck wrong with the beat, aw nah it came on
got your b-tch up on my d-ck and you know her thing raw, yeah
freaky freak freaky like my name was trey songz, ayy
f-ck a b-tch and you know i get a f-ckin’ tall
before i f-ck the b-tch i gotta get a f-ckin’ call
before i f-ck the b-tch i gotta send that b-tch home
before i f-ck the b-tch i gotta get the b-tch home
man before she come in i gotta clutch the f-ckin’ chrome
’cause she probably be a set up
yeah she probably be a set up, ayy
f-ck that, n-gga you gon’ get wet up
gang gang gang, b-tches know i throw my set up, hah
gang gang gang, b-tches know i throw my set up, ew
n-ggas mustard, need the ketchup
eatin’ all this f-ckin’ mustard, need the ketchup, ew



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