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blick it! (prod.faint) - londonmaraj lyrics

[intro]
f*f*faint

[verse 1]
pop out and we bl!ck bl!ck
that boy tryna run but we ain’t let him, he gon get hit
f*ckin on a thick b*tch
my n*ggas gon get rich
plus i got a mac and my ak i let it rip b*tch
p*ssy n*ggas tried to spin my block but they ain’t hit sh*t
how the f*ck y’all bust all six rounds and they all miss b*tch?
that’s why we gon pull up to yo spot hop out and bl!ck it
caught yo brotha lackin in his whip, my n*gga flipped it
caught yo n*gga lackin in his whip, my brotha flipped it
f*ckin with my gang you know this sh*t we go ballistic
i don’t even bang but yeah my n*ggas they be crippin
yo shorty gave me brain, came on her mouth and then you kissed it
got a couple glocks know a n*gga keep a switch with him
and i got it on me like a n*gga keep his b*tch with him
my house guns galore you know a n*gga gotta live with ‘em
cause when a n*gga try me take his life and send his kids with him
i be on the east sidе with my n*ggas (i be on the east sidе with my n*ggas)
i’m with my b*tch and she rockin margiela (i’m with my b*tch and she got on margiela)

[ending]
f*ck with my set aim these bullets at yo neck (x4)
aiming at yo head while i’m booted off these meds (x8)

- londonmaraj lyrics

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