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letra de no velcro - blocboy jb

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told that n-gg- he can eat the taco with motherf-ckin’ ayy (huh?)
i told that n-gg- he can eat the taco with one hand,
not f-ckin’ two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)

and i, okay, hold up, yeah (word word word)
hold up, hey, hold up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

east side crippin’ (crip), 700 livin’ (hundred)
pull up on a n-gg-, pop him like a penicillin (word, word, word)
shoot him while he chillin’ (huh?)
take a n-gg- children (that’s on my mama)
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch i’m tryna get a million (yeah yeah yeah)
b-tch i need them commas, b-tch i’m on the comeup (come up)
your b-tch on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
d-ck up in her tonsils (she slurpin’)
i be kicking sh-t like a punter (punter)
it’s eleven thirty, she’s a luncher (luncher)
i’m a stunner (stunner)
i got your b-tch wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
everywhere i go, don’t need security (no security)
a n-gg- grew a beard, that’s maturity (that’s maturity)
now everywhere i go, all these b-tch n-gg-s fearin’ me (hoes)
b-tch it ain’t no ho in me, ayy it’s on go with me (word)
i just sold a bow of weed in memphis, tennessee (yeah)
no janitor i got the keys, no ocean i’m the c (yeah yeah yeah)
and i be ballin’, ain’t no coaching me (word)
you stylin’, you ain’t close to me (close)
musical chairs, sit your -ss down (sit your -ss down)
i felt like i retired when i gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
say you wanna jack, well i’m finna beat your -ss now (what’s up?)
treat you like a blunt
watch how quick i get him p-ssed down (gas gas)
walked in the room
i got your b-tch with her pants down (with her -ss out)
i shot that n-gg-, now he six feet in some sand now (n-gg- he dead)
i keep a fan, guess i’m somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now)
i don’t think these p-ssy n-gg-s stand a chance now
(stand a chance now)
really eatin’, thirty in my car, make ’em pop a wheelie
b-tch i keep that chocolate like i’m wonka, really
bananas in my pocket, it’s a jungle (it’s a jungle), illy
he tried to rob me but i had a chopper, silly

yeah, yeah, he’s silly
n-gg- tried to pop me, n-gg- ate a wheelie
tabo in this b-tch and he acting real silly
cb in this b-tch and you know it’s grippy
grippy, grippy, don’t say trippy
forty on my hippy, n-gg- you’ll get drippy
ayy, you can get it b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck, ho
pull up with that thirty
smoke your -ss like some like some crack though
we don’t smoke none of, none of that though
get your, get your b-tch -ss smacked though, ayy
and i always keep a f-cking stack ho
and my pockets big big, yeah that’s a fat ho, ugh
yeah, that’s a fat ho
and i’m in this b-tch leaning like i’m fat joe
yeah, yeah, and my heart slow
i can’t love a b-tch ’cause you know my heart cold, b-tch
jeepers creepers, scarecrow
and a n-gg- get stomped in some sh-ll toes
yeah, yeah, i don’t rock no velcro
yeah, yeah, i don’t rock no velcro, b-tch

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