Solo Crippin-BlocBoy JB
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TXT Solo Crippin-BlocBoy JB 文本歌词
Solo Crippin (Clean) - BlocBoy JB
Lyrics by：James Baker/Nathaniel Phillips
Composed by：James Baker/Nathaniel Phillips
Oh my f**king God
Kushy got a retainer haha
D**n Chop this s**t slappin'
Hah ayy Word
I get more a*s than a lawn chair
I like a b***h with some long hair hair
She shakin' that a*s and throwin' it fast Throw it
That makin' me wanna go bone her
I wanna f**k
Sneak dissin' lil' boy watch your tone there
Huh
I'm not givin' you s**t I'm no loaner
That's on mama
If you do what I do you a clone there
Word
Sat down with a nine young n***a did some long prayer
Ride around your block with a corner
I might just serve me a corner
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
He a barber that boy used to comb hair
Huh
I might walk through your hood just to roam there
Huh Huh
If you reach in that glove department trap phone there
Give it to 'em like a donor
Donor
Why beef 'bout a b***h if I really don't want her
I check them h*es off the list like Nike Air
Woah
F**k her in your house and spend the night there
You caught me I know you don't like that s**t right there
You fought me that's how you got that lil' black eye there
Huh
You diss them Crips or the Nation you die there
Yeah
Send your location I fly there
Fly there
Eight-legged freak send her back in my Spyder
Spyder
Four h*es on me I'm the s**t like a diaper
Diaper
I'm comin' off the dome like a cypher
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Two-tone two-tone
Audemar my wrist I got designer on my 'fit
'Fit
No collision but n***a we be callin' hits rrah
In the Expedition we got 'bout 37 sticks
Doon doon doon
Heard your ex went missin' I got her f**kin' on the clique
No supervision radar in this b***h
Bitch
No record label got my A&R in this b***h
Rrah rrah rrah
Shoot a n***a in December that's a cold hit
Cold hit
All that sneak dissin' got your folks hit
Folks hit
Caught a body same gun hit the show with it
Yeah
Do whatever for the money baby go get it
Woo
Thousand dollars for a front row ticket
Yes
It's all fun until your dough come missing
Call my n***as do a door-door kickin'
Kickin'
Say you a killer get your mojo missin'
Missin'
Say you a P better slow your pimpin'
Pimpin'
B***h I be solo Crippin'
Crip crip
N***a better slow your pimpin'
'Fore your f**kin' folks come missin'
Say you killer but your mojo missin'
N***a you ain't gettin' no money
Take a notepad n***a you came with that n***a
Oh
I'll tell you 'bout these slow a*s n***as
Say they a shooter but they gun ain't never on safety
Nah we ain't even gon' play
Nah we just f**k 'em on the pavement
Nah f**kin' your b***h on the pavement
Nah man
S**t is litty in the city b***h
N***a w**d comin' out in this
Boy why you put that s**t in here boy
Choppamatics made another one
Why did you do that
Stupid
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