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mgm kobee - block hot lyrics

gooo
go go go
gooo

go go go
gooo
go go go
i turned this rapping sh+t into a hobby
they tryna stop me
i met two b+tches up in my lobby they giving toppy
started new flows n+ggas don′t post me but tryna copy
been a underdog once i get money they tryna jock me
i just had an argument wit my shorty she say i’m bossy
known to do the dash when 12 pull me over they gotta box me
foe nem swerving dam near crashing the srt off the roxy
you can′t smoke my weed if you ain’t enhaling you n+ggas sloppy
i just copped a .40 and this b+tch knocking n+ggas like rocky
the way that foe nem slid with sticks you would think they was playing hockey
i might wipe a n+gga nose like corona he feeling snotty
hit em inna chest and then watch em stumble right out his body

lil b+tch tryna kick it tell her i neva did no karate
might give her the d+ck and pose for the picture like ricky bobby
go back to my b+tch i seen her in person she tried to block me
hunnits onna fit i got the b+tch heating me up hibachi
i just take my pick i don’t pay for coochie
i hit the b+tch on the booty
i sl+t out her out and send her right up to louie
i keep a small circle round me cus these n+ggas be goofy
can′t trust a groupie cus if i say no they might try to do me
i need my cuddy, cus when i get money then they start choosing
and i just copped the zip and parked the whip, i ain′t renting bentleys
i’m copping new semis and i be tweaking up off the remy
chasing blue benjis only want hunnits so keep the 50s huh

fastbuck louie
go go go
aye
we gon make that block hot aye
go
we gon make that block hot go
aye aye
we gon make that block hot hit you nine times with that drac
headshots, faceshots, yea i got to get away
b+tch it′s god’s plan, i′m the man running to the pape
told her give me head, yea b+tch i wanna feel your face
yea i need them bands, make a quick ten in a day

i been scoring on the opps
n+ggas tried to goaltend, play ball coming for my block
you the type to head on a hit and yo body drop
i’m the type to come and hit you up put switches on the glock
tap the trigger once, that b+tch gon shoot it ain′t gon never stop
told that boy stop tweaking on the net, we gon leave em wet
hollows hit his legs, hit his chest, they just ripped his flesh
tried to run from this glock, heat too fast he should’ve wore a vest
i been playing ball all year round b+tch i been a vet
better dodge when my demons get to shooting out that cat
this a dirty game, sh+t so foul i think i need a tec
go go
go
fastbuck louie

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