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hb the engineer - i got it lyrics

hook (big flock)
d-mn, if you need gas then i got it,
if you need xanies i got it,
if you need drank than i got,
whatever you need fool i got it
i stay with them perks if you pop em
whatever milligram i got em
i came thru your block with them thirty poppers
he said chill flock don’t k!ll me you got it
if you need gas then i got it,
if you need xanies i got it,
if you need drank than i got,
whatever you need fool i got it
i stay with them perks if you pop em
whatever milligram i got em
i came thru your block with them thirty poppers
he said chill flock don’t k!ll me you got it

big flock (verse)
if you need work then come shop then,
if you get five or better we locked in,
i’m always in the trap like a lock-in,
plug got p’s for the low then i’m copping
if you need you some speed then got it like sonic
thirty four for a diddy no deal on the chronic
i can’t f-ck with electronics
tools on me like the man that still think i’m bionic
my fool he be booming that rock like comet
if you ain’t got no money then don’t comment
that thirty could cook a n-gg- like a omelet,
molly jamming got them hooked like it’s phonics
the junkie he just hit my phone
said he need stones he know fool got the deal on the onyx
but he saying too much on the horn
he better start talking in codes like his -ss know ebonics

hb the engineer (verse)
if you need t up we got it
if need it we can t up your party aye
if you need e then we got it,
tripping n-gg-s need e then we got aye
whatever you need then we got it
benihana chop when it come to product
they wanna turn up nadi and pop some molly
come on ask me lil momma you know that i got it

fat trel (verse)
molly i got it, i’m flipping profit i’m smoking exotic i’m serving the party
popping the choppers don’t ride on a harley my b-tch on the way i’m a f-ck her for play
screaming free flock give a f-ck what you say
robbing the opps and i’m tripling my commas
went thru a brick put that sh-t on my momma
they pray to allah and i pray to the lama
b-tch i’m big gleechy i rep for the worst i’m the new bradley beal when i’m shooting it hurt
stupid you goofy put you in a he-rs-
i make your mother go make you a shirt
fifth and the first on the block with the work i got thirties on thirties but these ain’t perks
i know you heard me i need me a jersey been balling on b-tches i’m michael i’m irving
i’m on the phone while i’m serving
i’m getting top while i’m swerving
i got a b-tch and she persian
p-ssy get tight as a virgin
shoot him he tweaking he nervous
n-gg-s ain’t bout it they purpin
clowns you need a circus
round i’m a disperse em

- hb the engineer lyrics

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