Lyrics:
line, I went
Down to the block, sippin' on guap
Sippin' on black, black in my mouth
Down in the stacks
Down in my own, boy
Keepin' a rack a bit
Keepin'
that's what I thought
I'm always aiming for the top spot
On the rebound like the shot block
Hoe crossed the line like a hopscotch
Then wanna act like it's
ties
Run up
on a nueve
That your
damn life
on the line
On the gang
Run up
on a nueve
And That your
damn life
on the line
Catch me
a dream with a deadline
Free all my niggas wit fed time
They put they block on the line
Like *69
If I do a show I'm the headline
I remember me watching
feet waiting for your call
Mama called me about a quarter to nine (can't answer)
Didn't answer the call don't want to block my line
Girl, you're my
I tell her
Uh
I'm not tryna be ya fella
Thinking bout you and there's a writers block
Searching through my brain for a line to jot
I wonder bout our
and dance
Move your body b-b-body.
Its going down tonight.
The ladies looking right
Dressed up with fancy shoes
Tight jeans and sweet perfume
The lines
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
This is my block, "Lay Down"
Ohaaaaaa We run things round here
You and me got the whole day off
Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh
But the line went halfway round the block
And we're looking for a place to rest
your number I go pull up on you...
Even if you block my line I swear
I ain't gonna switching side on you
Cus na you dey by my mind
Only you de by my
No denying that your fine but you two face
Let my home boy hit girl you too fake
Shorty hit my line on the weekend
Now I gotta block another line she
be to strong OG in my liver
Recline when I drive
These opps wanna slide
Whipping the stir fry saucing on my lines
Straight from the block
44 gonna pop
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes I even stop the smoking when it's time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
She out of line
Then she
Get block
I put my money over thots
Designer changed the way I trot
They sleep on me some like a cot
Being basic I just cannot
I'll do the time every dime
Especially if it's bout mine
Im gone cross the
Whole damn line
Imma hit ya block straight Sliding
Problems ain't hard to find
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Friday night bout ten o'clock
Packed house, line around the block
The bands rockin' the dance floors full
Their crankin' up the speed
I'm tryin' to create a box
I'm the nigga that the haters watch
I'm connected like Lego blocks or the line to the cable box
And I ain't never been
shit messys dangerous, ill be moven 8 balls like I'm rackin pool boy. I'm on tha phone wit tha streets on tha otha line kuz tha block hot like leather
know niggas sipping hitting drank Boy them fake lines
You den spent that block a hunnid times Why nobody died
I can get that shit all gone give me 4 days
the end of my days
Well a bus pulls up the honky tonk
And there's a line around the honky-block
Ya know, that's what these crackers love to see
Ya see
and drinkin' on Texas
I'm turnin' these blocks for
Lines like Tetris fucked up 100 in Vegas
8000 a month, that's just my
I switch chains and switch cars
Got four
her cum seven times number of completion
But then I gotta block her line when she get to tweaking
She gone love me forever
I just like her a lot
I know
Had ya mama block my line
Cause you found ya shit out on the floor
But you can’t just up and leave
We done did this shit before
Two hearts that beat
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