a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

juvenileblokkclique - stolen whip lyrics

[freestyle]

[iktyh]
shiny t++th! and that’s a big bag
i keep a bunch of bl!cky’s, with the sight’s and h+lla drum mag’s
i work around the clock, luci b+tch i call that a glum dag
you paid a hundred thousand for a feat, but i won’t hit back

i keep a dawg around me, like a body for my green
i got drug’s inside my body, stupid b+tch i can’t come clean
gotta team outside the lobby, to come and clean up the scene
but she steady tryna test me like i don’t know what you mean
these p+ssies think i’m soft, i pull up i show the bl!ck
i think i’ll move on to the next, but like you girl, just beat it quick
i pull up to the party, now i’m airing out the clip
vvs stay on my body, that diamond hennesy drip

[cashtimexo]
i just bought a new stick, and a big body
if he talking bout me, we shoot him with the shotty
don’t fight, but my choppa’s hit likе karate
do whatever to run up, n0body gonе ever stop me
oh he thinking he’s the sh+t?
i just sn+tched his chain, and his watch, with his b+tch
my gun don’t jam, it be clean, it’s a new bl!ck
cruisin’ down charlotte, in the city with a stolen whip

f+ck them headshot’s, and them bodyshot’s
shoot him in the lip
walked around in the parking lot
where i heard you (was) talking sh+t
i know you shot me couple time’s, but you know you missed

[iktyh]
on ya block, with a bl!ck, i get top from yo b+tch
i got hundred’s, hundred’s, hundred’s, and i alway’s keep my rick’s
something else, i would’ve done it, with yo shawdy, easy fix
this sh+t f+cking up my stomach, too much gas it made me sick
extended clip on my glock, cause you know i keep my stick’s
i’m writing, record non+stop, you know i gotta stay rich
like i’m working round the clock, for that sizzurp that i sip
you see me on yo block, don’t give a f+ck about yo b+tch

[cashtimexo]
chillin’ at the crib, watching netflix with yo f+cking hoe
i don’t do that knocking, not no talking, i kick down the door
new blade, that steal a hundred, i just got it for the low
i know you talking sh+t but yo b+tch coming to my show
never lackin’, always tuckin’, but you know i cannot show
making money, eating good, alway’s gotta feed my bro
sk with the 26, so you know i’m never low

you a perc fein, i dont give a f+ck
i’m gone run it up
chilling at the crib, on the couch sippin’ double cup
he been talking, i don’t do no fussing just know that it’s up
found his addy, saw him crying on his knee’s, dont’ give no f+ck’s
he begging me for mercy but you know that he’s just out of luck

do a drive+by, in the scene, with my big black truck
i always shoot, i’m fast, my gun never get stuck

[iktyh]
i got yo girl right in the lobby, tell her to call me
send some shot’s off like im scotty, pippen+pimpin in the lobby
i can’t think memorie’s foggy, got a stack 4 in my body
i got jewelry all on me, can’t give out cause b+tches copy me non+stop
promethazine, i pour it, pour it in my pop
i take some candies, and i fill ’em up with pot
i just keep rapping, i dont ever wanna stop
i copped a beamer, now i’m cruisin’ out the lot

- juvenileblokkclique lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS