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lirik lagu no chorus pt. 12 – blocboy jb

[intro]
them n*ggas get the f*ck down
right motherf*ckin’ now
told ’em get the f*ck down
right motherf*ckin’ now

[refrain]
pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (my size)
i get the ass like a car ride, yeah (skrr)
she taller than me and got nice thighs (woo, woo, woo)
i bend her over to my size (yeah)
my drug dealer said that the price rised (nah)
now it’s no more mr. nice guy (yeah)
i set that boy up about four times (tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!)
i hit the man with the close line (aight let’s go)

[verse 1]
yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12
twelve, twelve, twelve, f*ck 12, n*gga
man the b*tch ran up came in my house took all my sh*t
[?] motherf*cka but guess what now, b*tch
f*ck ’em b*tch, hmmm (yeah, ayy)
f*ck 12, all my n*ggas just duck 12
twelve gauge make a n*gga taste buck sh*lls (facts)
three times four, n*gga that’s twelve (twelve)
i can’t trust these n*ggas they singing like maxwell (oh)
back in them days i had me a nextel
f*cked on your b*tch and the neck well (well)
when you get the green without a yard sale
they sayin’ you move weight like [?], that’s deep (that’s on my momma)
smokin’ on gas og (gas)
three for the ten, buyin’ ass n*gga you too cheap (cheap)
they said they didn’t want me in memphis in may
well i’m in this b*tch i got drac’ in the jeep (facts)
no cap i got drac’ in the jeep (drac’)
he like to ride under my seat
i got a b*tch named keyanna, she work at [?], she go get my money for me (ayy)
i heard the opps talkin’ everyday, but it feels like these n*ggas runnin from me
yesterday, yeah i spent ’bout two hunnid k, n*gga like it was nothin’ to me (yeah)
i count that money to sleep (yeah)
let’s load up them glocks and have fun for a week (yeah, yeah)
that b*tch got ass [?] (woo)
i don’t know i’m a crip, so you know i’m a c (crip)
[refrain]
pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (skrr, skrr)
i get the ass like a car ride (yeah)
she taller than me and got nice thighs (uh)
i bend her over to my size (yeah, that’s on my momma)
my drug dealer said that the price rised
now it’s no more mr. nice guy (yeah)
i set that boy up about four times (uh)
i hit the man with the close line (line, line)

[verse 2]
all this [?] louis, burberry and gucci, lil’ n*gga yo clothes lyin’ (lyin’, lyin’)
i hit your b*tch from the back and i smack on her booty now that means yo hoe mine (that’s mine)
he got a fresh fade from [?] put a hole in his head he got no line (woah)
he got a scholarship from st. france, add another one now he got no mind (fool)
don’t shake hands with the opps, b*tch we ain’t with the partnerships
nine to his head [?] ship (yeah)
i’m on a yatch with a n*gga named andré, you could say this [?] ship (facts)
i need a b*tch that look some like beyoncé but she gotta have rihanna hips (skrr)
i’m ’bout that action, no verb i say just one word and you’ll see a hunnid crips (ooh woo)
i’m a blue benjamin and you a jefferson (a jefferson)
i got so many b*tch, can run a marathon (a marathon)
quit all that instagram cappin’, you don’t really carry guns (you lackin’)
and that lil’ hoe that you lovin’, that’s the b*tch we sharin’ on (n*gga)

[verse 3]
late night creep (creep)
i been searchin’ for ’em for a week (yeah, yeah)
i found his id (id)
i’ma k!ll that n*gga where he sleep (yeah, yeah)
this a ig (woah)
b*tch i be thuggin’ hard in the streets (the streets)
i saw a young n*gga loose his heart in the street
the n*gga shot your n*gga in the car that was me (that was me, that was me)
search for ’bout five days (five days)
shoot with two hands not sideways (raah)
you on that gun play
doo*doo, doo*doo, what that gun say
leave a man dead in his driveway (uh)
mean muggin’, the sh*t that i play (i play)
up on him first that’s what i say (i say)
can’t let today be my die day (die day)
hop off the porch with that glock like it’s friday (friday)
nah i ain’t craig
i’m walkin’ around this bih like i’m deebo (deebo)
i’ma put the gun to his head make him get low (get low)
they gas a n*gga up at the [?] go
a n*gga got the up ’cause the truck that we got is a rental (skrr)
.30 on me, hangin’ out long like a limo
f*ck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (f*ck him)
call up the plug and tell him to send mo’ (i need that sh*t now n*gga)
crips on the left side (yeah)
bloods on the right side (yeah)
these n*ggas hoes they play in the middle but we know them b*tches ain’t gon ride (facts)
i got a b*tch she straight out the west
but i’m ’bout to show her the eastside (eastside, b*tch)
gang unit calling askin’ these questions
but i can not show y’all my c side (no talkin’)
i plead the fifth but i’m three quiet (yeah)
f*ck wrong with these guys (yeah)
i keep the strap in my car when i go to court, police see me i throw peace sign (peace)
a lot of opps n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ get rich, well lil’ b*tch just keep tryin’ (tryin’)
why the opps n*ggas be up on b*tch sh*t?
i don’t know that’s why them b*tches keep dyin’, on crip
[outro]
them n*ggas get the f*ck down
right motherf*ckin’ now
told ’em get the f*ck down
right motherf*ckin’ now
hahah
you know what i’m sayin’
that’s why them b*tches keep dyin’

- blocboy jb

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