lil blok - bust wit dat 3 ( feat. zateb & fin ) lyrics
(chorus: lil blok) aye! ima bust wit dat clip what you doin?
diamonds on my neck & you know them hoes cuban
talkin all that sh#t but you ain’t finna do it, pull up on yo b#tch she gave me brain like a student ( x2 )
(verse 1: fin) uh uh, got these flavors ima feel like i gotta lil ninja juice, i got the moon in the cooler & i got it from a throater
you gone take her onna date while she gone take it out yo pockets
she gone want me down no muzzle, when i bust she ain’t gone stop it, got a sugar momma sendin me 3k up on a monthly, got ya babymomma suckin d#ck on snapchat for some hunnids, got yo daddy payin wit pennies he test money up on the budget
& he say he got a rap career but in these streets frontin
all these outta date mothaf#ckas mixtape thuggin, no ian knockin no hustle but i caught you out in public, got a concrete stock & that sh#t be bussin, issa combat still like a emo it be cuttin
ain’t you outta the subject if you ain’t end up on the subject?
got 1kobain wit da k he be floodin, & ian from the south but this lean got me slurin, & she love the way i put it together, that p#ssy purin, no i don’t need no politician, the runnin like a huddle
these bullets k!ll people, swear to god that body droppin harder
i be servin these suckas in the booth ian yo fuccin cousin!
if she ain’t at my f#ckin show, ain’t finna front i’m finna f#ck
young fly jit need my power & respect, young ass jit feel the burn when i step, give me a check i’m finna rev wit da k!ll tech
flexin so hard no ain’t playin n.e.s
(chorus: lil blok) aye! ima bust wit dat clip what you doin?
diamonds on my neck & you know them hoes cuban
talkin all that sh#t but you ain’t finna do it, pull up on yo b#tch she gave me brain like a student ( x2 )
(verse 2: zateb) chain on my neck & some ice on my wrist
if i pull up on yo block know it is what it is, why you mad at me? you should really check yo b#tch, yeah you taught her real well cause she took all my kids, never sold drugs but she know about spliffs, she take it real well she can do it on the d#ck, she get on me ima make that hoe rich, nah i’m playin ima kick her out the crib! yeah i got a glock wit extension, yo n#gga broken he can’t even pay attention, certified but he never gets mentioned, if he so tough why he actin like a b#tch then? p#ssed then? there he go & treat me like a bad boy, r.i.p. juice bro from another sad boy
off this world got me feelin like a astroid, worried boutta b#tch? nah i’m worried bout my cash boy
(verse 3: lil blok) aye!….blok…they call me blok cause i just blocked yo b#tch, & she wanna cum & slop on my d#ck, i got prada on my kicks gucci fit, so yo b#tch wanna cool it wit the clique
she heard lil blok really poppin in these streets huh, he got h#lla options might just cop a jeep huh, got yo b#tch i’m finna skeet on her t##th aye, off a pill that lil b#tch she a tweak aye
i’m really mobbin wit the clique, & yo b#tch inna whip, she wanna cool it & take a trip, until i bust wit dat clip aye!
(chorus: lil blok) aye! ima bust wit dat clip what you doin?
diamonds on my neck & you know them hoes cuban
talkin all that sh#t but you ain’t finna do it, pull up on yo b#tch she gave me brain like a student ( x2 )
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