ebk - j.blixk lyrics
the beam on the bl!ck sitting real nice for them opp n*ggas that think that they real right its a clutch keep yo jaws tight n*gga speak on my dead n*gga its on site p*ssy boy dont run eli the f*ck do u bang u crippled ass n*gga stop mentioning gang how u ebk u dont put in no pain gang come around it get very scary n*ggas gonna end up in the cemetery n*ggas is runnin like bl**dy mary gun on my waste dont get put on a frame get to the money f*ck all the fame we ain’t shootin at legs im flocking his brain carti got me feeling real dizzy that n*gga could die with his glizzy neighborhood n*ggas like talkin to cops treesh suck it up set the drop for tha flock slide to the bnb f*ck a telly shootin from deep n*ggas call me curry the dz asking question dont let em know if he false clamming im goin insane bullets start blazin they rippin his face nun of ya n*ggas wanna gimme my fade hop out tha v i get tha dumpin adrenaline is up there tha shii is pumpin back out my nine imma let it buss structure n*ggas is spinnin or what ya gotta stop all tha bluffin ya n*ggas neva do nothin spin through the floss my aim amzin b*tch im outside tha glock got no safety the knocks is tuxked if i missed u had luck 4th quater n*gga gimme tha shot im cluth f*cking with the opps know u is laxkin is that time of tha year start picking a casqute amiri the jeans n*gga that is tha fashion i neva fold i neva told im uppin them bl!cks u throw up the 2 u get put in a spiff talkin hot imma flock at yo temple call me korea how im prepain them missle f*ck with some rips but dont push ur luck cause when u see bto my n*ggas is dumpin betta get down cause we not with tha bluffin eli go pick up yo gun we gone slide through ur block they gone know its sunday the way these knocks sounding like drums god u know that they know that the gz is winning they keep droppin the rakes so im sinning eli pull up with vari he like politican imma put holes right through his fitted through his fitted im committed im down if you ready to get all that rapping sh*t little n*gga just quit it capping in your music just admit you never did it dont forget it when you run into bto lets see if you with it she f*ck with the gz she giving me brain while her manz on a tee kdot the demon he shooting with pride this ain’t no primetime but we shooting with 9 enough is enough i ain’t wasting not time im knuckled up like tyson back in his prime u outta ur mine you know what im jacking no lacking we pick em we pack we clutch and you outta luck this sh*t is so tough they feeling the pain go put rip next to his name heavy on the bto nhc k stop mentioning gang lil crippled suck my d*ck the beam on the bl!ck sitting real nice for them opp n*ggas that think that they real right its a clutch keep yo jaws tight n*gga speak on my dead n*gga its on site p*ssy boy dont run eli the f*ck do u bang u crippled ass n*gga stop mentioning gang how u ebk u dont put in no pain
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