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trl - bark the block lyrics

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[intro]
camp boyz, camp guyz
it is what it is (nah, nah, come on, man)
b+tch, i’m mad forever, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
like i ain’t even finna play with you
f+ck you mean? every n+gga in my camp litty
need some money in that sh+t, got my hand itchin’
put a switch on that— got the blam glitchin’
we can’t be friends if i can’t get ahead with you
every weekend, she callin’ tryna yeah with me
karma callin’, tellin’ me he ain’t scared of me
i’m still runnin’ from the fame like i’m scared of it

[verse 1]
them n+ggas wanna live my life, it ain’t easy
dog, if i don’t see no money, i ain’t speakin’
i think they liked when i was sittin’ on the bleachers
that’s your wife, but i don’t think you wanna keep her
i be the same way every time you see me
keep your eyes closed if you don’t wanna see it
got my mind gone, talkin’ to the reaper
bet he don’t know he really f+ckin’ with a demon, come on

[verse 2]
b+tch play dumb, but she know she need me
they was talkin’ all that sh+t until they seen me
a n+gga lookin’ like ain’t really seen the reaper
nah, i don’t wanna talk it out, it ain’t sh+t to talk about
his p+ssy ass got a headshot, he should’ve thought it out
my n+ggas walk him down, catch him when he walkin’ out
i don’t never put the call in, i’m who they callin’ out
she ain’t know that p+ssy get that wet ’til i brought it out
leave the attitude with your n+gga, give me all your mouth
told her get whatever ’cause it’s free, that sh+t on the house
my name good west to east, i get love all around
my n+gga spark a lot
catch him in the whip, park him in the parking lot
willow wide+body, hundred park just a parking spot
finna come wake your hood up when i bark the block
[chorus]
like i ain’t even finna play with you
f+ck you mean? every n+gga in my camp litty
need some money in that sh+t, got my hand itchin’
put a switch on that— got the blam glitchin’
we can’t be friends if i can’t get ahead with you
every weekend, she callin’ tryna yeah with me
karma callin’, tellin’ me he ain’t scared of me
i’m still runnin’ from the fame like i’m scared of it



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