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blocklist (feat. meeziexo) [prod. w9vkk!] - dtay59 lyrics

[chorus]
yah, huh i had told these n*ggas, rock beat paper (pop out trim)
n*gga gon’ pop out trim, brand new taper
ride wit’ that .30 pop out like a laker
young n*gga wan’t bag but he can’t beat the banker
i had called up meeziexo let’s go make a banger
i f*cked that bit’ one time i’ll see you later
you f*ck with my music you not a real hater

[verse 1]
huh, n*gga ion f*ck wit no cash
all thеse n*ggas backdoor all these n*ggas stab backs
n*gga trynna gеt popped we gon hit the dreadhead
bought a brand new glock hit him where is head at

n*gga, you want a bbl yo ass g*y
he can’t even step wit us lil n*gga you might have to go in and step yo own way
[verse 2: meeziexo]
we run up that boy we poppin’ his face
and i got cash we hitting the bag
she got a fat ass that b*tch finna shake
n*ggas be talking on meez until i pull up and hit these n*ggas wit’ a k

and n*ggas be hating on me until i go make a lil’ diss
for real until i go f*ck on yo b*tch 2 b*tches wan’ f*ck on me suck on my d*ck
she all for the drugs she wanna get lit yo b*tch is a hoe lil’ n*gga just stop it
i fly wit’ yo hoe she wanna be part of my life club she wanna come f*ck with the gang

ya’ll n*ggas really be lame you n*ggas be b*tch you n*ggas can’t f*ck with the saints
they ass can’t do hit that n*gga yuh, we is the vengeful saints*

yah, wock gon’ pour my cup
hm yah, you got me f*cked
these n*ggas keep telling just shut the f*ck up
just roll up this joint, i got drank in my cup
birthday bash i blow that b*tch up
why these hoes trynna cuff i can’t let em’ f*ck us
rob his ass for a .5 yeah we mask the f*ck up
when she at it again, we let that b*tch suck*
[verse 3]
huh, 5% tinted window in the night
we pop out trim we can getchu right
young n*gga real trim purple jean tight
young n*gga sound weird cause he don’t got no mic

[verse 4: meeziexo]
that n*gga a dog but he got no d*mn bite
that n*gga a b*tch he cannot go fight
we pull up with sticks we pull up all night
you n*ggas be dumb and you n*ggas not nice

you n*ggas all dumb and you n*ggas all weird
when i’m in milwaukee they fearing the deer
and i’m way too high i can’t even go steer
yo b*tch too fly she coming in here

the nih’ got hit know his family scared
n*gga a b*tch he not even here
yuh, b*tch, we is the vengeful saints

- dtay59 lyrics

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