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lil1700adrian - for the block lyrics

[intro]
(huh? aye)
huh?
1700, a+world (yeah, yeah)
free bubba, free migo
free the whole gang (all that)
look

[verse]
pour a 4 in a fanta, if it k!ll what i been through (huh? aye)
“this a fully automatic” what the f+ck you talking ’bout? (brrrraaa, aye)
b+tch you out, for saying i hit, you run yo’ mouth (run yo’ mouth)
yo’ brother a b+tch and i can put that on my block (on my block, huh?)
b+tch, i’m hot, and all these suckas hate cause they not (huh?)
this a glock 17, and i just bought a new chop (aye)
for the block, do anything i can for the block
f+ck the motherf+ckin’ law and free my brother out that jam (huh? huh?)
d+mn, taxing for the f+ckin’ verse (aye)
thought the b+tch was down for me, but the b+tch had a curse (stupid b+tch, aye)
word, i left that b+tch in the dirt (in the dirt)
if the boys get behind us, then you better skrt, skrt (huh? huh? skrt, skrt)
stupid, ain’t no cuffin’ ain’t no cupid (huh? aye)
i would give you game, but you prolly wouldn’t use it
nerd, stay in school and do yo’ work
you ain’t ready for these streets, they gon’ put you on a shirt (on a shirt)
gang, b+tch the gang up in this b+tch (gang, gang)
ain’t walkin’ in the club if i can’t get in with the stick (with the stick)
huh? flip a n+gga, kickflip (kickflip)
my goon up in the cut, so you better watch yo’ sh+t (better watch it, n+gga)
huh? i’m gon’ get it out my b+tch
if i can’t get it out my b+tch, then i’m gon’ get it out the bip (out the bip, aye+aye)
huh? you n+ggas acting like you pimps
the whole block even know that you n+ggas all simps (you n+ggas goofy, huh?)
huh? mixed the quali’ with the tech (with the tech)
and i’m rollin’ off these narc’s, hope a n+gga don’t wreck (b+tch, i’m rollin’)
aye, tell the b+tch i need a check (aye, aye)
ain’t sh+t come for free, b+tch you better come correct (correct, hoe)
aye, b+tch, call me 1700 (1700)
the block is hot, and all these n+ggas know who run it (b+tch, i run it)
huh? and i ain’t going back broke (nah)
you suckas that speaking, i’m gon’ take you as a joke
aye, you could die up in these streets
put a sucka six feet, may his body “r.i.p.” (rest in p+ss, n+gga)
aye, i’m 1700, that’s a set
lil cuz, poppin’ out, hollows eating up yo’ flesh (boom, boom)
aye, yo mans ain’t really ’bout that action
one phone call, we can get this sh+t crackin’
aye, you could end up on the news (news)
the big .45 got me holding up my trues (aye, my trues, aye)
aye, and i’m always to the neck
your friends ain’t your friends and i put that on my set (that’s on my set)
yeah, i’m a cold individual (huh?)
don’t push me to the edge, cause sh+t could get physical (could get physical)
b+tch, you n+ggas bangin’ on the net (net)
real gangsta’s in this whip, they’ll die for they respect (respect, huh?)
b+tch, you n+ggas bangin’ on the net (net)
real gangsta’s in this whip, they’ll die for they respect (n+gga)
huh?
[outro]
(n+gga, all that. n+gga, free the thugs, free bubba, free migo. huh? y’all know how the f+ck i’m comin’ f+ck suckas, n+gga!)

- lil1700adrian lyrics

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