yung bleu – hit the block lyrics
[refrain]
i kept it real with some n-ggas, i should’ve let ’em starve
i cross my heart and hope to die before i let ’em rob
they used to sh-t on my image, now i got better cars
switching my lingo, i can cut up with no metaphor
i live with b-tches in the hills, sleeping with the stars
i ain’t have no key, i broke in like a crowbar
just keep your head on straight, n-gga, go hard
just keep your head on straight, n-gga, go hard
[chorus]
i keep it street, you n-ggas know what it is, baby
i’m from the streets and i been keepin’ it real, baby
hop in this ride, you got s-x appeal, baby
just keep it gutter, i’ma buy you new heels, baby
now count this money while i hit the block
come count this money while i hit the block
now count this money while i hit the block
[verse 1]
i f-ck ’em by the twos, i don’t care what they say
i know you sick with it, i can be your medicine, bae
i keep my mack game strong but my pimp game stronger
and she just left a n-gga ’cause i’m f-ckin’ her longer
on your hot girl sh-t like you meg thee stallion
suck a d-ck like a trick, i might buy you medallion
and i’ma ride it like a horse (like a horse, like a horse)
make you c-m, make you moist (make you moist, make you moist), yeah
girl, you can cry up in this honda or cry in this rolls royce
i’m in town for the night, so you better make a choice
i know you just wanna f-ck me ’cause you love my voice
and motherf-ck you to my haters, b-tch, and that’s from the heart, yeah
[chorus]
i keep it street, you n-ggas know what it is, baby
i’m from the streets and i been keepin’ it real, baby
hop in this ride, you got s-x appeal, baby
just keep it gutter, i’ma buy you new heels, baby
now count this money while i hit the block
come count this money while i hit the block
now count this money while i hit the block
[verse 2]
if the police come blow the spot down
tell me, is you gon’ hold these rocks down?
stash it in your chest
they might tear this b-tch apart, but they can’t see what’s in your breast
i’m a mess
i told you before that i’m certified
ar in the living room, we never got burglarized
new chopper, i cut the top off the d-ck like he circ-mcised
we groupin’, go buy some glocks for the gang when it’s murkin’ time
i was servin’ in front the store, i ain’t make it to work in time
she b-tchin’ crazy ’cause i ain’t been home in a minute
tryna get this money, i ain’t have no loan in a minute
couple pounds, i’ma have those b-tches gone in a minute
go get your nails did or something, mind your business
i do this sh-t colossal, i got on my hater blockers
put 50k up in the air and see who take the offer
i do this sh-t colossal, i got on my hater blockers
put 50k up in the air and see who take the offer
[chorus]
i keep it street, you n-ggas know what it is, baby
i’m from the streets and i been keepin’ it real, baby
hop in this ride, you got s-x appeal, baby
just keep it gutter, i’ma buy you new heels, baby
now count this money while i hit the block
come count this money while i hit the block
now count this money while i hit the block
[refrain]
i kept it real with some n-ggas, i should’ve let ’em starve
i cross my heart and hope to die before i let ’em rob
they used to sh-t on my image, now i got better cars
switching my lingo, i can cut up with no metaphor
i live with b-tches in the hills, sleeping with the stars
i ain’t have no key, i broke in like a crowbar
just keep your head on straight, n-gga, go hard
just keep your head on straight, n-gga, go hard
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