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letra de blic - x4

[intro: x4]
(fbeat go crazy)
(fbeat producin’ all the heat)
huh

[verse 1: x4 & chxnk]
i’m a top tier joint, i can’t kick her with no b-tch and i heard you was a sitch
n-gga really take your sh-t, n-gga really keep bl!ck, with a stick
f-ck it at the switch, get chokin’ from the kids
i’m a top tier n-gga, i can’t just f-ck on any b-tch
y’all know i got good d-ck, she said my whip gang sick, b-tch
i don’t never come outside without taking my bl!ck
they gotta switch, on f&n

[verse 2: x4 & chxnk]
n-gga we gon’ spin, f-ckin’ spin again
n-gga and again and again and again
n-gga he can’t hang with the crips, hmph
run off on a n-gga with a b-tch, hmph
take a n-gga sh-t and have him sick
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no thirst, i keep a bl!ck
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no thirst, i keep a pole, hmph (keep a what?)
shut the f-ck up, i heard you told (aye)

[verse 3: chxnk & x4]
slappin’ with the bl!ck
i prolly f-ck this b-tch
hoes think they sl!ck
they be tryna have my kid
i don’t never hang on the block and i ain’t got my bl!ck
big-ass bullets in it, it really makes it flip
how the f-ck you gettin’ dope, but you ain’t got no chip?
you can’t call it no pole, if it bustin’ don’t kick
my compact didn’t fold and it ain’t got no kick (ain’t got no what?)
[verse 4: x4]
ain’t got no kick, 40 with a stick
slap a n-gga twice ’cause he been was a b-tch
i’ma show you where they ain’t, don’t trip
and you better bounce out into your sh-t
n-gga better not miss, ready stitch lip
never sink the ship, i never snitch
i’m a thirsty crip, bouncin’ out the benz
f-cked out the side, woke him down with a bl!ck

[verse 5: chxnk]
what you mean? bounce out, i don’t do your sh-t
n-gga, i’m known for walking up
and get jiggy, got pose, starin’ b-tches in they face on figaro
last n-gga touched my chain, you left with his fingers broke
i brought lean juice with n-ggas in here pour
if you show me to the b-tches, which one go give me throw
these n-ggas deaf, i don’t think they hear me though
these bullets extra won’t big, they ain’t treat, cheerios

[verse 6: x4]
i ain’t worryin’ bout no b-tch, i got plenty hoes
f-ck a tall b-tch on my tippy toes
soccer son, up he sayin’, “leave me alone”
fbeat up on a beat, b-tch you know we on
while your p-ssy smell like that, b-tch you know you’re wrong
we gon’ double back, we gon’ get it gone
we gon’ bounce up, we gon’ get it gone
we gon’ walk him down, we gon’ get it gone
[outro]
(fbeat go crazy)
(fbeat producin’ all the heat)

- x4

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