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BlocBoy JB

Zambamfoo

 

Zambamfoo

(الألبوم: Who Am I 3 - 2017)


I call up Jugg and we make it double
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doing hustles
Damn, it's cold outside man
Somebody get that warmth bruh, woo
Word word word word

My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showing your money, I'm looking fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm cripping so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitching and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back

I call up Jugg and we make it double
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doing hustles
Transform a nigga like I'm Optimus Prime
Tied in fourth quarter, man that sound like overtime
I keep them sticks on the forties and the TEC-9's
I'd rather die 'fore I let a nigga take mine
Shine in the dark, make it look like the daytime
Bitches hit me up, getting mad 'cause I don't make time
Opps talking shit, guess it's load and go spray time
Leave a nigga holy like it's time to go pray time
Whole bunch of hitters, they throwing up signs
You dissing on Twitter, we pulling up straight firing
Say you got more hoes than me then you lying
Talking to a bitch, getting head on Facetime

My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showing your money, I'm looking fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm cripping so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitching and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back

Bitch, coke clean like a wash machine
Fuck wrong with you ho
No dish detergent bitch
You gotta come clean like Mr. Clean
We got New Jack City in this bitch

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