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bway yungy - 6lock boy lyrics

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ight bet be cool, this what we gone do ain’t no stoppin fa them b+tches , this murder weapon in coupe cause if i do they might shoot & put my sh+t on channel 2

block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)

in the morning keep a low one in the head just let it blow, i got shot & taste my own blood i’m feinin’ for some more, i was 13 doin my own drugs, me & bj n+gga they b+block, 30 shots i let off the glock pull off in a stolen car. like i’m a rockstar i be rolling hard b+tch i am that i do not act hard, big ass gat make him bag back, make me prove that you a ho boy. sleep b+tch gone givе me cat, don’t ask me wherе i’m at can’t go for that. no i’ll never lack, if he slip we peel yo hat that on yo back. i heard they did him bad, put him on his ass hit him all in his neck, you would’ve thought he was smashed how they had that boy on ig lookin bad, f+ck it i can’t go for this , this chopper it came with a shoulder kit, it’s drill time pull on side them & let it hit block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)

i said f+ck it, bust it, i say “it be no discussion”. out in public in that wraith, but this cutter came from russia, it get ugly, bl++dy. make them put you up for nothing, take yo sh+t just want yo money, was hittin’ l!cks when i was bummin’. put you in my spot? i want yo top let see who go for that, hopping out with my black soldier rag, they broke that’s how i know they mad (haha) ima laugh said make that b+tch just evil laugh, he dead dead, 15 hunnid’ block that sick set , hottest house then blue bricks, 20 bands them blue prints, the ones who bl++dy & they never switch, blogs be talking don’t know sh+t bout sh+t, can’t use his legs can’t feel his hip, hood that boy for ransom, duce of wock mixed in with a piña colada fanta , my diamonds dancing

- bway yungy lyrics

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