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dj lucas, dvnt beats & hunnaloe - block 2 the burbs lyrics

[chorus: hunnaloe]
from the block to the ‘burbs
doin’ for the fam, i had to merge
change up, balenciaga with the fur

[verse 1: hunnaloe]
calm drip, cold water with amiris ripped
dip to the chicken spot, take a fl!ck
started hearin’ so much, i kept myself outta sh+t
so bundle up, n+gga
it’s gon’ be a cold winter, your life could get thinner
so what you a sinner? my position’s a center, i’m blockin’ whoever
not with the doin’ or sayin’ much
try and switch to save you, my n+gga
you got the sh+t all f+cked up, dog
trash emoji all through your lyrics, dog
srh raise the bar
these n+ggas rappin’, but sound wack from afar
but, sh+t, i don’t give a f+ck, smack a chump for his buck
give it all up or aim and fire
i been the highest, thеy admire
not about to sell a record, spit somе sh+t knowin’ i ain’t lived through it
these n+ggas is stupid
like i’m supposed to believe they music

[chorus: hunnaloe]
from the block to the ‘burbs
doin’ for the fam, i had to merge
change up, balenciaga with the fur
(you got this b+tch on garageband?), huh?
(you goin’ crazy)
(dj)
[verse 2: dj lucas]
mango terps hangin’ off the white widow (smoke)
took a dna test just like lizzo (hah)
my arms akimbo
yeah, talk my talk just like a skitzo
i’m downtown amherst every day just like that guy who played calypso (it’s dj)
wildin’, the show’s in san francisco, i’m still drivin’ (yoom)
and i really talk my talk just like a man in an asylum (hah)
addiction, the truth is often stranger than the fiction (dj)
a picture paints a thousand words, but they want my description (they want me to talk about it)
from the suburbs to the block, i took my parents’ car (yoom)
and we drive the backroads right by the eric carle (let’s get it)
they know dj doin’ carhartt things (hah)
i’m takin’ all the opportunities the zaza brings (money)
and i’m sick of bein’ spiteful
go the speed limit when the veterans on the light pole (woop+woop)
every time i jump up on a track, it gets insightful (i talk my talk, man)
i’m workin’ in the arts just like that old lady at michaels (man, dj, dj, dj, man)

[chorus: hunnaloe]
from the block to the ‘burbs
doin’ for the fam, i had to merge
change up, balenciaga with the fur
(huh?)

- dj lucas dvnt beats hunnaloe lyrics

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