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blocboy jb – feature lyrics

at least ten bands for a motherf-cking feature, hah
we in this motherf-cker with guap
you know what i’m sayin’ man

ayy, word
d-mn dinero

at least ten bands for a feature (a feature)
i be in the hood, well-respected like a preacher (a preacher)
gucci louis sneakers (sneakers)
your b-tch, she a eater (eater)
i f-ck her, then leave her (word)
you dub because you treat her (treat her)
go to the p-wn shop then get my mags up (that’s on my mama)
n-gg-s p-ssy, when they see me they gon’ call for backup (backup)
got that forty on me homie, i’ma never lack up (lack up)
yeah my n-gg-s moving work, you can call us tractors (tractors)
why n-gg-s wanna be the big bad wolf? (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
if a n-gg- diss the bloc (huh?),
he gon’ get his -ss whooped (that’s on my mama)
he gon’ get his f-cking chain took (chain took),
and his brains took (brains took)
body bag him, now his name look (word)
his name wayne brook (yeah)
i didn’t f-ck my b-tch, now she mad at me
keep that bag with me, like i’m an athlete
rollie on my wrist, and i bust down the p
and i got pounds of weed, i keep them rounds with me
wrist froze, ears cold, but my chain and mouth gold (huh?)
hide your b-tches,
hide your hoes when you see me n-gg- (yeah yeah yeah)
and every time you beat your ho, that’s a dv n-gg- (word)
can’t see me, i stevie n-gg-s
gl-sses on, i 3d n-gg-

yeah yeah yeah
chicka-chicka-chicka, yeah yeah yeah
and i’m in this b-tch and i’m turnin’, yeah yeah yeah
and i’m in this b-tch and i’m turnin’, yeah yeah yeah
off the dome with it, off the dome with it
n-gg- playing with the bloc wrong, he get dome splitted
he get dome splitted, he get dome splitted
if a n-gg- talking too ignorant, we gon’ shoot fity
we gon’ shoot fifty, we gon’ shoot two with it
we got goons with it, yeah we got your boo with it
i’ma let your boo and just let the crew hit it, ayy
f-cking on your boo, and she let the crew hit it, facts
you know what’s going on n-gg-
you know we blowing strong n-gg-
got your b-tch, brought her thong n-gg-
and you got kiss her when she get home, n-gg-
it’s bloc bloc bloc bloc
it’s bloc bloc bloc bloc
yeah, yeah
crip crip crip crip crip, b-tch

- blocboy jb lyrics

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