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block kids on the new - pie lyrics

@skivvyg:

work
put em in the dirt
skrrrr – smurfs
twerk

there’s something ’bout it
when a coochie let a fountain out it
i wanna rhyme about it
but don’t ever get your judgement clouded
i take a head and slam-dunc’ mcleod it

that’s not a threat, it’s a promise
not a novice in this turf little man gargamels getting smurffed
if you’ve got a problem, we can handle it, coz handling is work
and you know every job’s got it’s perks

so come here boy
and let me show you
these mpamas
ngi zo ku chis’inyama boy… chis’inyama
chis’inyama boy… chis’inyama
chis’inyama boy……

you got a dollar in your pocket, that’s a dollar in the he-rs-
take that dollar out your pocket, tell that dollar go to work
this is church
i know somebody said it first
doesn’t change the fact that it’s church
bona, they’re tryina give you living water, yet you thirst
at chuch
sitting in the front row

i take a whif of the poppers coz it’s poppers in my dreams
and these poppers carry poppers all i got’s this guillotine
huey free or die newton
bvd or bayern munich
taste the sh-t in the pie you moemish

riz:

ayo
i crash like bandicoots for a bag of loot
smash a hammerhead through your mammi’s cooch
set fire to your daddy’s roof
flows spew out this ragged tooth
coasting down the avenue
they don’t like my att-tude
this bush baby poes crazy
cooked zany, crook
sonder suit, pay me look
guzzle missions in the hood save me
molar deep in your booze cat
f-ck queens i want my jewels back, i want my f-cking jewels back
walk the yard i’m dimes madat
shining, jackie lonte watch the diamonds sack
motherf-ckers don’t have the plak
can’t take me on
snarf c0ke lines the size of baby arms
drop big baby bombs
tsar bomba, ja ja contra
getting rah rah, wah wah
shred guitars on the alibama
intifada los ma
praise lonmin and make me the monster
you don’t know who the f-ck you’re talking to
bacardi dark spill it when the maserati park
quarter 2 the after party starts
roll up. kold krush
hyper warp speed c0ke rush
ho blow nuts
know the issue
lamma kick, drummer hit, drama fl!cks
in the middle of mogadishu
since 6 year tote the pistol
smoking swisha coastal strain
load and aim
pump the stainless at your homie’s brain
motherf-cker feel the pain

- block kids on the new lyrics

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