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block buster - mg sleepy lyrics lyrics

[chorus]
eight+hour drive, b+tch, i feel lucky (feel lucky)
whoever thought this rap sh+t’d pay me real money?
yesterday i did some slight fees and paid the bills from it
i see you countin’ lil’ cheese, that ain’t no real money
tried to throw my lil’ n+gga the bag, he’d rather steal from it
i swear the weed was slowin’ down, i had the pills bustin’
lately i’ve been on a real grind, i’ve got some m’s comin’
even though i dump a big bag— alright (f+ck)
even though i dump a big bag and n+ggas still flooded
you never put in leg work with my real cousin
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout who you know, i’d still bust you
n+gga, f+ck your whole life and your— alright
n+gga, f+ck your whole life and your big brother
and your mom too, your lil’ sis and your big cousin
and he f+cked his cheese up and his b+tch f+ckin’
last month this n+gga had a bag and now he has nothin’
that’s what your stupid ass get, you lil’ black f+cker
totin’ on some fat sh+t, i call it block buster
shot a fifty round, left h+lla sh+lls, it got the block flooded

[verse]
i be done f+cked the engine up, i see a cop comin’
runnin’ through the woods, done got away, but now my socks muddy
a n+gga put your hand down, we is not buddies
i never seen you at the bottom, i do not love you
n+gga, you a b+tch and take your pole and have my aunt [?] you
like is you with me or you ain’t? and if you not, f+ck you (n+gga, f+ck you)
[chorus]
eight+hour drive, b+tch, i feel lucky (feel lucky)
whoever thought this rap sh+t’d pay me real money?
yesterday i did some slight fees and paid the bills from it
i see you countin’ lil’ cheese, that ain’t no real money
tried to throw my lil’ n+gga the bag, he’d rather steal from it
i swear the weed was slowin’ down, i had the pills bustin’
lately i’ve been on a real grind, i’ve got some m’s comin’
even though i dump a big bag— alright (f+ck)
even though i dump a big bag and n+ggas still flooded
you never put in leg work with my real cousin
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout who you know, i’d still bust you
n+gga, f+ck your whole life and your— alright
n+gga, f+ck your whole life and your big brother
and your mom too, your lil’ sis and your big cousin
and he f+cked his cheese up and his b+tch f+ckin’
last month this n+gga had a bag and now he has nothin’
that’s what your stupid ass get, you lil’ black f+cker
totin’ on some fat sh+t, i call it block buster
shot a fifty round, left h+lla sh+lls, it got the block flooded

[outro]
and i am not sorry for the things i did do
alright, mr. neal—

- block buster lyrics

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