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BlocBoy JB

Soulja

 

Soulja

(album: The Purple M&M - 2017)


Ayy man, shut the fuck up man
Let me drop these motherfucking bars man
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

1996, mama gave birth to a soldier (a soldier)
Hopped up off the porch, drive-bys in Toyotas (drive two)
Cracking shit, no soda (no soda), forties no Corollas (Corollas)
If a nigga try me I'ma shoot like Villanova (yeah)
Ran off on the plug, Lil Flip, game over (game over)
Who the fuck that icy ass nigga in that Rover? (that Rover)
I might snatch his chain (give me that), knock his brains (give me that), in a soda (give me that)
Took off worldwide (yeah), I got tired of being local (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Push you like a motor (woo)
Still taking shit from Krogers (from Krogers)
Trapping in the Dover (trap)
Trap-trapping in the Dover (trap, trap)
Bitch just hit my line (yeah)
Told-told her that it's over (that's on my mama)
Bitch I only wanna fuck (ha)
Should've listened what I told ya (ha, ha)
I'm in the cell with nothing to lose
Send packs through the mail, I might fuck your boo (damn)
Forty-three bugging, cripping out a cubbie (crip)
You dissing the God (crip), we gon' bust shots at you (crip)
They cover they eyes, let's play peek-a-boo
Got too many hoes, let's play pick and choose (whoa)
I got some hitters, call 'em Scooby Doo (whoa)
I tell 'em to shoot (whoa), they gon' bust out the roof (whoa)
Cripping too hard, ain't no turning cat (yeah)
Say you get money bitch, where it's at? (huh?)
That ain't your money, bitch give it back (give it back)
I get it and flip it and triple that (triple that)
My dick on her titties, she nibble that (she nibble that)
She swallowing kiddies, I'm higher than Whitney (I'm high)
Keep a bankroll, twenties and the fifties (yeah)
Fuck on your ho and dip up out the city (I'm gone), it's Bloc

Hah, hah, bitch it's Bloc
Hah, hah, I'm on the block
Hah, hah, with the Glock
Hah, hah, yeah
Word, word, word
Wo-wo-wo-wo-word
Yeah, BlocBoy, BlocBoy, BlocBoy

done

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