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Bloxk Vibes Lyrics - Artist : Sada Baby
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(Good lookin', Wuan) Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it's up there Niggas better be bool, ain't no fool, we can't take a chance Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last I'll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class I'll pack Dior, huh, I'll blow it up Skeet got an extra rifle automatic loaded up He'll shoot a bullet through the wind, he be scopin' shit up Catch a nigga lackin', get it brackin', make him open up They actin' like they want some smoke, bitch, we keep rollin' up Flirt with your baby mama just to make her hold my gun Grab that pussy with my left hand, you see this Rollie bust Good rock in the air, name hold everywhere, you know it's us Let me crank, let me fuck her from the front 'til it break Don't do breaks, pop another RP and make it shake If she fine, 69, I can't kiss it if it stank Don't give fuck 'bout what you think, fresher than my uncle Frank Twenty thousand on me in my bookbag, ain't out the bank Hundred dollars for a pint of Act', so I been drankin' Huh, bend your bitch over, we gon' do the hanky-panky We been shittin' on the opps, they got an attitude, duh I been gettin' too much money, why they mad at Skub? Pussy nigga, you was gettin' money, I wasn't mad at you Fuck a nigga sister, bend her over, make her grab her shoe Do a bunch of freaky shit to that lil' monkey, still can't get nothin' from me We move them pills and 'bows, my niggas got it jumpin' I was flirtin' with the opps' mama 'cause she got a thumper Old bitch got to talkin' brazy, then we got to jumpin' Go'n call your sons and they brothers, we gon' get to dumpin', huh We'll tear this bitch up, swear to God we will I be with a bunch of young niggas that rob and kill We the main reason all them niggas done died for real, yeah We the main reason all them niggas keep dyin' still I can't slide 'less my niggas them ride with steel Least 'bout four five straps behind the wheel Told 'em put a hundred on the bop, let me know it's real Up my phone when I spin they block, you knew I'm on a drill, duh How they tryna play it? Huh, I ain't gotta say it, huh They put a body on his head, you know I gotta pay it, huh Put a bag on his head, you know my niggas want it, huh They strapped up and they pressin', all my niggas on it, uh Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it's up there Niggas better be bool, ain't no fool, we can't take a chance Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last I'll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class |
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