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Block of Rock II
(专辑: Forty Eight - 2018)
For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years H-Town is the
only place in this world Where you can buy Screwed and Chopped Christmas Curls That's how we love it here Sipping syrup, fuck a
beer Getting buck, IC cup Hydro in the
tupperware Born with 2
bowling balls Flier than the
motocross 1st key was on the
front Now I
pay the
total costs Started off mowing lawns Then drove around in stolen cars Momma like, "what's going on?" All my homies closing cons Told you haters more than twice I'll chop you up, throw you over rice Disappear like poltergeist Put you in a
hole with open eyes Now in days coke and ice is teaming up with that rock Have you on the
street tryna sell yo Momma laptop And this shit just can't stop Addiction is a
force That marries motherfuckers and won't let them get divorced The
street is a
beast, and you're playing in its stomach As you hear the
voices calling you You can't make them shut up For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years Move Coke to the
Cola Mix it with the
baking soda 9
pack is a
Quarter Pack 9
in a
hosta Dope House Ponderosa Is a
ranch in the
valley Make moves in the
alley And I
bury 'em like Hally Killas that blow brains And it's never gon' change Come to Hillwood where we live in the
Stone Age Turning the
wrong page And burning the
bomb pay Its 24/7, you get murdered in broad day My paint is lavender but my seats more purpler If you want me to front ya I'ma need your furniture I
be quick to pull up in a
dope fiends truck Open up the
tailgate Load it up, load it up I
need your washer and dryer and mostly all that you got They like, "man you only fronted me a
10$ rock" Pocket full of stones More cheese than enchilada I'ma stack more chips then fucking Erica Stratta For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years 17 bullets And it drops a
veal door Blasted so much that my Glock is still sore Talking real war You gots to jail more The
dollar in your hand I
will rob and kill for The
Cops they feel more, afraid to creep Especially through Hillwood where they play for Keys See we sleep deprived and keep the
company running 'Cause it's hard to close your eyes when the
money keep coming The
block is so hot that is sizzles my nizzle And talking that shizzle, gets you hit by the
Missile Need bondo from the
pistol On the
console Put me in the
cross hold I
put you in a
Taco They say they got Los but that just isn't so So if they ask if I'm dead Tell them bitches, no I'm on the
kitchen floor Walking on my tippy toes Thinking, "one day I'ma put this on a
video." For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on cock For years, I've been working on the
block of rock For years my nigga, for years [*knocking*] Hey, Los Hey Los, you there? [*dog barking*] Ah, shit man, damn, my bad, my bad [*dog barking fades out*]
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