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blocboy jb - no adlibs lyrics

[intro]
godd-mn, [?]

[verse]
i’m feeling like biggie when he copped that coupe
or maybe snoop dogg when he sipped his third gin and juice
thinkin’ ’bout robbin’, got that glock, so i grin at you
beef, ain’t no squashin’, mortal kombat, i finish you, yeah
we don’t talk to the po-po
i ain’t even call ’em when they broke up in my house, so we got a little stuff stole
.52 piece, you would think i’m finna drop you off with the motherf-cking busload
want ‘fro, we talk to hannah, anna, amanda, reached for her touched throat
no, you copyin’ no fax, come to think about a n-gga got more paper than kinkos
pink diamonds, they flamingos
i told the b-tch i’ma put her in rotation ’cause that’s the only way to tango
i put the strap to his head and he flexin’ like he a cincinnati bengal
all of my diamonds and sh-t be wristin’ like, tell me: “where the f-ck did the scene go?”
i’ve been crippin’ since i was 10 years, now these n-ggas lay with me, the team broke
he still like corn dogs, cl!ck
baby got my whole team slow
’cause an opp hold with the whole clique, that’s the only f-cking tango
said she married to this d-ck, let’s see how far the diamond ring go
i get the green like jason taylor
my diamond ore [?]
d-ck in her mouth, she be eatin’, my baby
said she a crip, well, who the greatest?
they treat me like i was born in the 80’s
.30’s on me, all my .90’s, baby
got too many attributes, my [?] created
got so many n-ggas, my n-ggas will take it
sound central, i’m the n-gga banging doo-doo
my [?] like a movie, fam
he missing his shot like they move the rims
my diamonds dance when the light dim
[?] on my sweater, peanut b-tter team
if she freak up my credit, then get it on film
i rack out the pack, who the f-ck need a jim?
we need cab money like soulja slim

- blocboy jb lyrics

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