Lyrics:
round and round
Got that shit lookin like a fan
And i call my ting dijonay
Cause she'll never get sticky she'll never jam
See the drip by the pool
Jumped
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf
Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof
Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe
Style on niggaz; beat
on the block
Bad new milf, two kids with skinny old top
Bad new milf I sit down
She give me top while I go and sniff on her socks
Okay like knock on the door
they ass can’t kick it
Don’t forgive nor forget
Hit me fa da p
Goofy nigga wanted 6
Half of it real half of it remix
When he saw that fake weed I know he
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
beers
Kick back and just chill like a player would do
Remix all the Christmas carols then I play 'em for you
Luda, turn it up until I wake up all
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
not a block
That you rock so put Down the fucking little act bitch
Before you get fucked up by the real motherfuckers yeah
I don't know why these
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm
(Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's
drip
I can’t tell if he blood or crip
Don’t matter ima leave that nigga dead on the strip
Like why these niggas keep dissin A block
Why they dissin
This the remix
And it's three milli on the wrist
Real life (another one)
You know we inspired you
We set trends (Bordeaux AND Non Native)
We set
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
shot
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot
I don't wanna hurt nobody
We just came here to party
See a few dames, exchange
beginning and there is no end (it's so deep, so deep)
Feels like I'm dreaming, but I'm not sleeping (sweet, sweet fantasy)
Fantasy (remix)
Sweet fantasy
on a roller coaster
You ain't poppin' like Diddy, baby, I'm rockin' with Diddy, baby
The Drops is terrific, kid, them wrists? to 80
What you been sippin? on?
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
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