Paroles de la chanson Free Blood par BlocBoy JB

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Paroles de la chanson Free Blood par BlocBoy JB

In the party with twenty Crips, but I'm a P
Thuggin' with lil' B and he's bangin' YNZ
A hundred noodles on your head if you fuck with me
When blood got robbed, slept with two shanks on me
Like I'm makin' Craig money, all I do is cheese
Ask MP, he say I'm standin' on my feet
Get these niggas checked out the party, got they ass beat
I swear a nigga dead, lay a finger up on me
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Right now, I'm in the city, this shit hot, boy (This shit hot, boy)
The opps ain't hittin' on shit, ayy, check the stats (Ayy, check the stats)
Ayy, ho, my name JB and I'm a block boy (I'm a block boy)
Free Mayne, he caught two bodies, he on max (Hey, he on max)
Everything I rap, this shit is facts (This shit is facts, huh?)
Them niggas ain't on shit, them niggas cap (That shit is cap)
So many guns that I can mix and match (I can mix and match, boy)
Where Bobby Shmurda? I'm tryna catch that nigga hat (Catch a hat)
Tote three-five, niggas shoot whoever lookin' (Yeah)
Go and ask your bitch, ayy, it ain't shit about me pussy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My mom knew I was a G from my first whoopin' (Word)
Said, "Go and get a switch," I got the bigger one out the bushes, nigga (Bushes, nigga)
When we spin that neighborhood, we yell out, "Took it," nigga (Crip)
Where your Glock? Let me see it, bitch, I took it, nigga (On Crip)
Like my hat, nigga, I be so damn crooked, nigga
Hang to the left, I like that bitch (Crip, Crip)
She was just my one-night stand and you like that bitch (Like that bitch)
By the way she eat the man, shit, I like that bitch too (Shit)
They can't see, it's five-percent on the window tint (Huh?)
Ridin' with this F&N, ain't no fun without you (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And it ain't no playin' middle, you gotta pick a side or somethin'
My cousin creepin', then up the Glock, almost got smoked for tryna run (Run)
Bank account look like a playground, that bitch have plenty fun (Huh?)
Walked him down, he got a Sprayground, send a backpack to his son (Grrah, doom, doom, doom)

Yeah
Bloc, nigga
Free mine
'Til I see mine
See them bitches

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