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cale charles - blockt lyrics

hook (x2):
that sh-t out of my hands
look, i’m building a brand. and i don’t do backpay, hoe. i do advance
i’m not popping no xans. just rocking the stands. the f-ck is you saying?
that b-tch bop for a band, and i treat her friend like i’m blocking a fan
what the f-ck is she saying?

verse:
that sh-t out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job descript (that’s out of my script!)
lil shawty a fan, thotty for bands, i feel like gladys, pips
temptations crazy. can’t f-ck wit em. feeling like ruffin
n-gg- said the blunts laced with the codeine. n-gg- still might puff em
mother f-ck it. this my life, my right, high life. f-ck would abide by yours, p-ssy?
why, why? when i could ride fly, glide by, motorize slide my doors. push it
seen that hoe adoring my scifi aura. and i’m like, “you must be aurora?”
sleeping on me. should ignore ya. your peepers on me, clearly h-rny
wanna peak in the morning, ride the face and p-n-s (jinkies!)
wake and bake, and from the ashes rise up like a phoenix
she from atlanta, went to tuskegee. i’m from the bama. you know who it be, b-tch
this here young local with grammar got lokes on your yams and hopes of motor-boating your cleavage
your homie should beat it
sh-t’s out of my hands!

[hook]

bridge (x4):
that sh-t out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my descript

verse 2:
that sh-t out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my descript
big body my benz. thotties hop in, pop off like rocket ships
ventilation hazy; can’t see sh-t. just the lit blunt puffing
n-gg-s from the bama where we ain’t got sh-t or we ain’t got much and
i ain’t trying to be none of the above
why they trying to play me like a scrub?
n-gg-s dap you up and call it love
then they clap you up and call the law
plenty bad f-ck sh-t i done saw
many n-gg-s done erupted trynna blow
she wanna f-ck before the show, cuz i got sustenance and soul
always wanna know how much money i blow
i don’t know. i spent a mother f-cking face card walking out the door
sh-t’s out of my hands!

[hook]

outro (x2):
sh-t’s out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (that’s outta my script!)
that’s out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (that’s out of my script!)
sh-t out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (that’s out of my hands, hands!)
out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (that’s out of my script!)

- cale charles lyrics

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