BlocBoy JB - Feature Lyrics
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    At least ten bands for a motherfucking feature, hah
    We in this motherfucker with guap, you know what I'm sayin' man
    Ayy, word
    Damn Dinero

    At least ten bands for a feature (a feature)
    I be in the hood, well-respected like a preacher (a preacher)
    Gucci Louis sneakers (sneakers)
    Your bitch, she a eater (eater)
    I fuck her, then leave her (word)
    You dub because you treat her (treat her)
    Go to the pawn shop then get my mags up (that's on my mama)
    Niggas pussy, when they see me they gon' call for backup (backup)
    Got that forty on me homie, I'ma never lack up (lack up)
    Yeah my niggas moving work, you can call us tractors (tractors)
    Why niggas wanna be the big bad wolf? (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
    If a nigga diss the Bloc (huh?), he gon' get his ass whooped (that's on my mama)
    He gon' get his fucking chain took (chain took), and his brains took (brains took)
    Body bag him, now his name look (word), his name Wayne Brook (yeah)
    I didn't fuck my bitch, now she mad at me
    Keep that bag with me, like I'm an athlete
    Rollie on my wrist, and I bust down the P
    And I got pounds of weed, I keep them rounds with me
    Wrist froze, ears cold, but my chain and mouth gold (huh?)
    Hide your bitches, hide your hoes when you see me nigga (yeah yeah yeah)
    And every time you beat your ho, that's a DV nigga (word)
    Can't see me, I Stevie niggas
    Glasses on, I 3D nigga

    Yeah yeah yeah
    Chicka-chicka-chicka, yeah yeah yeah
    And I'm in this bitch and I'm turnin', yeah yeah yeah
    And I'm in this bitch and I'm turnin', yeah yeah yeah
    Off the dome with it, off the dome with it
    Nigga playing with the Bloc wrong, he get dome splitted
    He get dome splitted, he get dome splitted
    If a nigga talking too ignorant, we gon' shoot fity
    We gon' shoot fifty, we gon' shoot two with it
    We got goons with it, yeah we got your boo with it
    I'ma let your boo and just let the crew hit it, ayy
    Fucking on your boo, and she let the crew hit it, facts
    You know what's going on nigga
    You know we blowing strong nigga
    Got your bitch, brought her thong nigga
    And you got kiss her when she get home, nigga
    It's Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
    It's Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
    Yeah, yeah
    Crip crip crip crip crip, bitch


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