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block boyz - chopz (mi) & babyfxce e lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
m block
huh, huh, huh, huh

[verse: babyfxce e & chopz]
m block, that’s where we trap, so that’s just what we rep
got them dogs with me, they gon’ go soon as i say, “fetch”
huh, mini draco me this time, n*gga, not that tec
huh, that b*tch a n*z* zombie, that b*tch like to eat the flesh
i ain’t gon’ lie, baby we gotta f*ck before i take you out
this rap sh*t just kinda came to me, bro, i can’t break it down
when i get rich as h*ll, might have a lake and house
been playin’ with guns by ten years old, bro, i can break one down
huh, chain in the back, i know y’all hear that sound
this is not a regular durango truck, i know you hear that sound
i done f*cked my four minutes up, i got two minutеs now
you already know what i’m ridin’ in, you see the back window out
she ain’t givin’ up thе p*ssy, she get kicked out
back then she didn’t wanna f*ck me, i’ll have that hoe doin’ flips now
n*gga throw a shot up, it’s a brick house
you hot as h*ll pullin’ down this street, n*gga, it’s this house
you by my granny sh*t
you want the glock with the drum, monkey nuts, extended mag or the standard clip
cut sh*t off in traffic, i don’t even got no manners with it
sat inside my ‘cat because i don’t even understand this b*tch
like, i don’t even understand this b*tch
the glockie get to talkin’ fast, on it’s spanish sh*t
i used to sell molly, e’s and tans and sh*t
sh*t, when we see that boy, it’s bta, all hands, that’s it
and please excuse the chop, when it spit, it’s in your face and sh*t
sh*t, when you go on a drill, leave your phone and cover your face, that’s it
huh, n*gga where your ski, can’t have your face showin’
if you ain’t confident in what you doing, then let fxce show you
i was makin’ bag plays, n*gga, i was bake sellin’
20/20, eyeballin’ sh*t, it’s like i hate scalin’
all rats should die in the trap, bro, i hate tellin’
always knew i was gonna be the one, ’cause i hate failin’
treatin’ this sh*t like some weed, you want a verse, i’ll sell it
what you want, a twelve or six, bro, huh, i’ll mail it
i ain’t gotta flash my dog sh*t, n*gga, you’ll smell it
treatin’ this cat like a dog, huh, sometimes i pet it

- chopz mi babyfxce e lyrics

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