Lyrics:
Line round the block had us hotting up the spot
Quarter to a 9 holla me around the clock
Twenty four hours Nigga you can come and shop
Mashing off
Keep it goin', ain't no finish line spin the block like a hundred times
I've been runnin' all night, baby I've been runnin' all night, yeah, yeah
I've
Or I line em up like a Med-Line
On the block we Boomin what's the Point of that vest shoot through it
By the streets we all influenced I was Living off
stars
he calling me daddy but iant her father
Blowing up my line shit I really need a block ha
So much money it don't wanna transfer
No need for downtime
no birds, can't be caged up all my life
Quick to kick her to the curb and that's me being polite
Gotta focus on the play when the game's on the line
Slide
You got me out here zoning
Ride
You want it every moment
Try
You try me every time
Hmm
Block your from my line
Slide
You got me out here zoning
Shout out my nigga Ben, aye, B Guapo
Muddy my ride or die, if a nigga cross our line we Finna spin through the block throw five
Just me and Ben in
of the snitches, bottom line is the block
And if you step on my square, ill put your mind in that box
You gotta move on impulse And only trust kinfolk, Fred
We from
If I may have one more dance with you
I promise I'd freeze the time
And everything between the lines
I'd cross out, block out, oh, my baby it's just
and gang on the block like Claxton
I like getting head without asking
Me and gang on the block line Claxton
Me and gang on the block like Claxton
Me and gang
I come from the block but I'm not repping it
If I buck into them den I'm not legging it
Yu can back your shank but your not wetting it
When i back my
trains on the same line
We spray blocks, state-of-the-art, top material
Paid to knock, these razor sharp generals play they part
Now the trademark,
whoa
Scene floss riches and bitches like whoa
Nine-nine Jag, Benz coupe like whoa
Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa
Grenade through
or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer
Yes, the line at the welfare line is way outta line
Well they say cutting AFDC isn't too race
All
like Barack now, I'm the president of the squad, can't be touched (can't be touched)
I know the block line with the keyboards, but in real life, they
to build bombs and shoot speed
True indeed
I'm all about the lines around the block
Good times
Hip hop
And making rhymes about my cock
so fuck the work
Fuck
droppin' it's the fly shit who gon stop him
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin'
Defensive line men homie who gon' block em
Tearin' through
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line
Darkness falls
The devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line
Darkness falls
The devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you
like I'm Rambo
You can go drown bitch, I'm rocking Rafs
You fucked up now bitch, don't make me laugh
Stop hitting my line before I block your number
You
to wine
Ya pay a nickel for a penny slot try
Waiting tables with a city block line
It's all to pedal
Past the point that you're stuck in the middle
Shake it off boy
It's not your time
If I see you or not on the dance floor I'll be fine
Give me something good
I don't wanna wait
Line around
Ay, yeah look
Back on the road got the line around the block
Feeling summertime hot, Jimmy Butler with the shot (swish)
I'm independent, fuck your
Yeah yeah, turn me up a little bit
Ay, yeah look
Back on the road got the line around the block
Feeling summertime hot, Jimmy Butler with the shot
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