Lyrics:
youngins
Gettin money outside
Its a party on the block
We goin dummy outside
Blowing up za
Been so busy
I forgot about yall
Saying hi hater
While im
and flickin' til somebody drop
I'ma demon just click at his top
These niggas be ratting and talkin' to cops
Like, Niggas ain't bending no blocks
I'm spinning for
This beat propped by RTV, fool you crazy
Artist beats in the world man
Been dealing with pain but I got it prevailed
I was back on the block when I
It's just Los
I stay runnin' up your block in broad day
Fuck a mask, talkin' out your neck
I leave your bitch ass in the past, wait
I don't got time
and pump fake
I'm the type of nigga slide through your block and hit the gang
Ain't no chase, ain't no case, this glock gotta beam
How you hatin from
dae grip land
En na so de money dae by Zip bag
The only man wae dae tackle the hit man
En dem know say ar kin sorkor mingle with the borkors tell these
dude got his nerve up and hit the block
Street's hot, all he had to do is pick a spot
Not knowin' that's another nigga's territory
I wish it was
go, I felt no
Worries as I slid out south to Crescent Heights where the Double stay
Hit out on the block and I arrive,
Walk in, jive talkin', slappin'
in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot, U.S.D.A.
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday,
ti lifehack, znovu opiť sa (ooh)
O tom, kto sme, nemáš šajnu
Grindujeme grindrov, Grind 'til I die
Hasan páli ganju, Hasan páli block (kush)
opica
Poradím ti lifehack, znovu opiť sa (Ooh)
O tom, kto sme, nemáš šajnu
Grindujeme grindrov, Grind 'till I die
Hasan páli ganju, Hasan páli block
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
[Chorus]
Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
a likkle,
Why yu so na tikkle,
Im tellin yu to hit that,
No Ti na to middle,
Stay with it a likkle ,
Why you so na tikkle,
I’m feeling them,
Written By
with it
Wait, let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it
Get
on sumpthin pitifull
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
a party-yea, it's time to play
I see today is a good day
I'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screen
I may not be the giant but I
go Five Guys
Had his stupid looking ass on Fox 5
Two-two shots in a .22, hit his ass up two times like wham, bam
Your bitch ass go chicken, we go
[T.I. - talking]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga.
[T.I.]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south.
(Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga.
(Try me then nigga.
bitch get to slurping
Big bag all she want is the rubber bands
Hit that then I'm doing the running man
Run the block We ain't doing the running man
Young
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
Cause today gone be a good day
Hit the streets
And we gone party like it's 99
Call up ya peeps
Cause today gone be a good day
The block party lit
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