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Still Crippin Lyrics - Artist : BlocBoy JB
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I'm still crippin' Woo, fuck you mean? Bitch, woo Bitch, I'm still crippin' (Crip) East Side nigga, I'm still livin' Any problem in the hood, I deal with it Put a bag on his head, it's a meal ticket Got a Glock on the boat, call it a fish stick Nigga try to rob me, that's a blank miss Hold the Drac' in the car, my Elgato AR We put hoes in the whip, now it's [?] And a nigga still tippin' on the fo' fo's And they still be trappin' at the Citgo And the dick in the Glock and it's a 4-O Hoofin' at the plug and told 'em, "Get ghost" Catching these bodies, but don't catch a case He talk out the top, put a hole in his face Swerve, and every time I see the [?] I send my lil' [?] to wipe for the [?] These niggas talkin' like they send me bodies But most of these niggas some mini-mes Shakin' my hand and they smilin' You would say, "Hi," to some niggas, some enemies It's 2020 and I'm smokin' Christmas tree Whippin' the dope in the pot, this ain't chemistry I go on some fruit, but not on [?] Middle finger trigger finger the enemy I'm from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee Woah, niggas be killin' me Uh, hoes, they don't be fittin' me Uh, opps thinkin' 'bout killin' me Heard a nigga say rob me They said, "it's fiction," hickory dickory Uh, first .48, it's the misery Choppa hit a nigga, rotisserie If they ain't got a black nigga in the school book Nigga, that shit really ain't history I heard the opps say they sick of me Uh, well, they'll have to get rid of me Fuckin' a ho, she never gave a kiss to me Pass to the bro and they gon' have a [?] Strapped with that .30, come in, take a pill or three Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me I said, "Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me" You, you, you and you Gotta deal with me Big JB Grape Street, big Loc Ridin' 'round with that big .5 Know the feds, they pissed off, yeah Big .44 Big, big, big Loc Big Loc Oh |
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