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$emmy! (rapper) - block flow lyrics

[intro: $emmy!]
mm
yuh+yuh+yuh, $emmy!
ooh
mm+mm+mm
yuh

[verse 1: $emmy!]
i got the green all up upon me like a swamp
i am never gonna stop ’cause my sh+t is gonna bump
and i pull up, got the uzi on my lap, i’m boutta bunk
got these b+tches in my trunk, ’cause my seat is safe for chumps, yuh+yuh+yuh
ski mask on my head but i don’t slump, and my music gonna bump
you run up, you got a thump
and i pull up, on my ball sack, i had grown a f+ckin’ lump
from the cancer that you c+nts keep on tryna f+ckin’ bump, yuh+yuh+yuh
$emmy! out here f+ckin’ up the game
i’m ashamed that i’m in the same lane on these b+tches on the track, they sound the same
i’m insane, i’ma lunatic, i’m f+cked up in the brain
got a bounty on my head but i ain’t ever gonna change, huh
got these b+tches, gimme brain
i be buyin’ f+ckin’ gucci with my loose change
yuh, i’m insane
yuh, yuh+yuh+yuh+yah+yah
i got the money, stuffin’ pockets and its hot, yuh
i pull up, honeys on my c+ck, i got a lot, yuh
boutta run+ny from the opps, i got no block
takin’ shots but no vodka, i’m honestly on the big block
$emmy! spittin’ f+ckin’ bars up on the track, yuh
$emmy! cruisin’ with the rhythm, he ain’t black, huh
$emmy! street, i pull up streets, i got the cl!ck+clack
step back, baby, ’cause your d+ck is like a tic+tac
got that tic+tac d+ck in ya’ undies
it ain’t funny, but it’s $emmy! pullin’ up, the d, it’s sunny
got that d+ck, it’s f+ckin’ chubby
got the eggs, they f+ckin’ runny
$emmy! makin’ b+tches cry, so they call me+ call me f+ckin’ onion, huh, yuh
[verse 2: maxipad]
ayy, maxi, hahaha+ha
bum+bum+bum+bumbumbum
dun+dudun
b+tches be flexin’, we know that sh+t rented
just get out my face, no, that ain’t a suggestion
i’m doin’ the most but i won’t get arrested
if you talkin’ sh+t then yo skull might get dented
i got yo b+tch and i got her undressin’
keep a .40 cal, b+tch, that’s lethal weapon
my diamonds be shinin’, be white like some whipped cream
b+tch i be fast like a mof+ckin’ jet stream
b+tch i’m packin’ heat, runnin’ through the streets, that’s a deuce+deuce
pull up to your block, $emmy! street, yellin’ “who are you?”
f+ckin’ on your lady, got you wonderin’, like, “what’s it do?”
diamonds p+ss yellow, yeah, they sparklin’ like pikachu
b+tch i pulled up with a .40, ayy
b+tch i pulled up with your shorty, ayy
teleport to your b+tches crib, no rick and morty
but i pulled up with my dogs and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout corgi’s, ayy
b+tch i hit it from the back then i blew a stack, ayy
got the green up in my pockets, that’s a f+ckin’ rack, ayy
me and $emmy! posted up, and we keep a check
but the songs f+ckin’ over so we switchin’ to the next, ayy

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