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blocboy jb – nun of dat lyrics

[intro: blocboy jb]
ha, word
simi, load that f-ckin’ semi
hey (ha), hey, yeah

[chorus: blocboy jb]
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (word)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
that choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, b-tch (grrrah)
b-tch f-ck your clique and go run with that b-tch (boom, boom, boom)
i f-cked your b-tch and you sprung off that b-tch (word)
you ran on my clique and i sprung on that b-tch (that’s on my mama)
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up
ho, better not say no more (what)
b-tch, get me some glock from the store (go)
you did the set, cool, say no more (no)
i lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
in the air, like a ufo (in the air)
i’m pulling cards like it’s yu-gi-oh
how you a gangsta on crew control (word)
talking ’bout guns, i got two of those
bless him like somebody blew a nose
i clean sh-t up like it’s p–p control (p–p control)
hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
more paper than a pope
say he want beef, it’s a go
locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
where they at, let me just find out
all i need is a hideout (word)
i’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
it’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
i can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
and i can’t f-ck your b-tch unless i get some face (i get some face, uh)
i had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
i be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
i’m in your house like i do your cable
snitched on your man, boy, you is a traitor (word)
stab a n-gg- like dominoes on a table
sunday we pray for senile for saviour
doa, that’s first degree, can’t save you
i’m totin’ sh-t like i’m mater
2017, made the fader
balling on n-gg-s like lakers
i call up ben for a fade up
chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
she didn’t want you so you raped her
call you a plate ’cause you ate her
f-ck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
she give me head ’til she get her lil grades up

[chorus: blocboy jb]
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (word)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
that chopper turn you to a runnin’ back, b-tch (grrrah)
b-tch f-ck your clique and go run with that b-tch (boom, boom, boom)
i f-cked your b-tch and you sprung off that b-tch (word)
you ran on my clique and i sprung on that b-tch (that’s on my mama)
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up
ho, better not say no more
b-tch, get me some glocks from the store
you did the set, cool, say no more
i lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
in the air, like a ufo
i’m pulling cards like it’s yu-gi-oh
how you a gangsta on crew control
talking ’bout guns, i got two of those
bless him like somebody blew a nose
i clean sh-t up like it’s p–p control
hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
more paper than a pope
say he want beef, it’s a go
locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
where they at, let me just find out
all i need is a hideout, i’ma pull up in some drive out

[verse 2: lil pump]
we been had your wife, man, we don’t want your b-tch (ouu)
you sipping on karo, we sip actavis (chill)
don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
i got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god d-mn)
kick a b-tch out of my house (ouu)
kick her -ss out because she came with mid (chill)
me and bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
your b-tch p-ssy dirty, it smelling like fish (ouu)
ouu, we ain’t with none of that, hoe (huh)
i don’t drink water, b-tch, i only pour fours (yeah)
i be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ouu)
i just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
auntie pregnant smoking on dope (d-mn)
and i got a bad b-tch sniffing on c-ke (huh)
could’ve bought a house but i went and bought a boat (boat)
i’m so rich but i still want more (more)
i was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
now lil pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
sipping on wock with dr. phil (ouu)
can’t buy a pint if the b-tch ain’t sealed (nope)
got your wife booted in beverly hills (yeah)
try to come in my house, get your -ss k!lled (k!lled)
i’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[chorus: blocboy jb]
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (word)
b-tch, i ain’t with none of that sh-t (none of that)
that choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, b-tch (grrrah)
b-tch f-ck your clique and go run with that b-tch (boom, boom, boom)
i f-cked your b-tch and you sprung off that b-tch (word)
you ran on my clique and i sprung on that b-tch (that’s on my mama)
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up
ho, better not say no more
b-tch, get me some [?] from the store
you did the set, cool, say no more
i lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
in the air, like a ufo
i’m pulling cards like it’s yu-gi-oh
how you a gangsta on crew control
talking ’bout guns, i got two of those
bless him like somebody blew a nose
i clean sh-t up like it’s p–p control
hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
more paper than a pope
say he want beef, it’s a go
locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
where they at, let me just find out
all i need is a hideout, i’ma pull up in some drive out

- blocboy jb lyrics

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