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block boy 2.0 - asaad (saudi money) lyrics

[verse 1: asaad aka saudi money]

saudi, yeah, yeah
fendi, louis, true-y, gooey
milo feragammo
still polo, polo
and i f-ck with the azano’s
catching bodies ev’ry day and bodies ev’ry night
cause i’m young and living life
and your head got a price (uh)
‘preme n-gg- this the murder block
exterminatin’, we murder cops
hundred n-gg-s on speed dial
my shooters, they got shooters
real n-gg-s, we don’t f-ck with rats
thrill n-gg-s, where the f-ck you at?
blowing it down like a lumberjuck
and you n-gg-s some losers
trappin’ trappin’ trappin’
i ain’t had no sleep
f-ckin’ geeked
up in traffic traffic traffic all week
said this 40 under this gucci belt
10 racks, all hunnids
get ’em for the going rate
cause all my n-gg-s one hunnid
30 30s on the north side
pull up on em let the door slide
aimin’ like i got four rides
treating n-gg-s like they young boys
stupid n-gg-s under fools gold
f-ck i care about a crack head
run a n-gg- while in a swimming pool
now, i don’t f-ck around with swimming pool clothes
44 got a red nose
uvex when i pulled up and i popped out
and i hopped out, lookin’ fresh
balmain leather sweats
still f-ckin’ b-tches in the ‘jects
to impress
you say i ain’t getting money
n-gg- incorrect
ten thousand dolla’ check
and i’ma spend it on your neck

[hook: asaad aka saudi money (x9)]

yeah, i’m a block boy (trap, trap, trap)

[verse 2: king louie]

i just bought of pair red shoes
got a pocket full of dead dudes
i put money on em, call it dead news
n-gg-s foo foo then a pair of trues
i’m riding dirty with a pair of twos
you wit’ yo’ n-gg-, y’all a pair of b-tches
had a couple of choppers, no helicoptors
leavin’ doa, no need for doctors
stayin’ for a block, then peep the block up
see i’m on this block
and that’s where he got shot up (true though!)
go an’ get your b-tch, so she can eat some c-ck up
all this ice on her, someone be more watchful
can’t be too flashy, cause them people watching
i ain’t wanna talk, these n-gg-s talk of b-tches
eat a d-ck, they be no talking
on gp, this sh-t happen often
’till i met a coffin, i smoking laurel
while i’m getting money
b-tches f-ck the homies
trying to get up on me
speedin’ in that straight
they can pull up on me
my name is louie, but they call me tony
b-tch with us, taking c-ck
making blocks, taking blocks, hit the cops
k!ll a snitch
that’s it (that’s it)

[hook: asaad aka saudi money (x9)]

- asaad saudi money lyrics

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