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block flow - $emmy! (rapper) lyrics

[intro: $emmy!]
mm
yuh*yuh*yuh, $emmy!
ooh
mm*mm*mm
yuh

[verse 1: $emmy!]
i got the green all up upon me like a swamp
i am never gonna stop ’cause my sh*t is gonna bump
and i pull up, got the uzi on my lap, i’m boutta bunk
got these b*tches in my trunk, ’cause my seat is safe for chumps, yuh*yuh*yuh
ski mask on my head but i don’t slump, and my music gonna bump
you run up, you got a thump
and i pull up, on my ball sack, i had grown a f*ckin’ lump
from the cancer that you c*nts keep on tryna f*ckin’ bump, yuh*yuh*yuh
$emmy! out here f*ckin’ up the game
i’m ashamed that i’m in the same lane on these b*tches on the track, they sound the same
i’m insane, i’ma lunatic, i’m f*cked up in the brain
got a bounty on my head but i ain’t ever gonna change, huh
got these b*tches, gimme brain
i be buyin’ f*ckin’ gucci with my loose change
yuh, i’m insane
yuh, yuh*yuh*yuh*yah*yah
i got the money, stuffin’ pockets and its hot, yuh
i pull up, honeys on my c*ck, i got a lot, yuh
boutta run*ny from the opps, i got no block
takin’ shots but no vodka, i’m honestly on the big block
$emmy! spittin’ f*ckin’ bars up on the track, yuh
$emmy! cruisin’ with the rhythm, he ain’t black, huh
$emmy! street, i pull up streets, i got the cl!ck*clack
step back, baby, ’cause your d*ck is like a tic*tac
got that tic*tac d*ck in ya’ undies
it ain’t funny, but it’s $emmy! pullin’ up, the d, it’s sunny
got that d*ck, it’s f*ckin’ chubby
got the eggs, they f*ckin’ runny
$emmy! makin’ b*tches cry, so they call me* call me f*ckin’ onion, huh, yuh
[verse 2: maxipad]
ayy, maxi, hahaha*ha
bum*bum*bum*bumbumbum
dun*dudun
b*tches be flexin’, we know that sh*t rented
just get out my face, no, that ain’t a suggestion
i’m doin’ the most but i won’t get arrested
if you talkin’ sh*t then yo skull might get dented
i got yo b*tch and i got her undressin’
keep a .40 cal, b*tch, that’s lethal weapon
my diamonds be shinin’, be white like some whipped cream
b*tch i be fast like a mof*ckin’ jet stream
b*tch i’m packin’ heat, runnin’ through the streets, that’s a deuce*deuce
pull up to your block, $emmy! street, yellin’ “who are you?”
f*ckin’ on your lady, got you wonderin’, like, “what’s it do?”
diamonds p*ss yellow, yeah, they sparklin’ like pikachu
b*tch i pulled up with a .40, ayy
b*tch i pulled up with your shorty, ayy
teleport to your b*tches crib, no rick and morty
but i pulled up with my dogs and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout corgi’s, ayy
b*tch i hit it from the back then i blew a stack, ayy
got the green up in my pockets, that’s a f*ckin’ rack, ayy
me and $emmy! posted up, and we keep a check
but the songs f*ckin’ over so we switchin’ to the next, ayy

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