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blocking em - officialvintage lyrics

[intro]
you k!lled this one bro
foreigner two times

[verse 1]
b*tch we back to the basics
i can’t show my face so keep the mask on like i’m jason
you gone always be in second cause i’m yo b*tch favorite
touching all up on me she like ouuu i love yo fragrance
yeah, dog her sh*t when i’m in missionary
b*tches tripping tell them call the popo like i’m tyler perry
boys ain’t got no paper
if you got a issue take it up ask for the waiter
b*tch when do you want the d*ck like hoe now or later
saving all my energy i’m on my gazer gazer
i’ll still annihilate her (huh?)
tell that b*tch i’m icey
everything a ticket that i’m wearing b*tch it’s pricey
don’t really wear tees up in the summer unless it’s white tees
i just speak the truth these n*ggas and b*tches wanna fight me
direct it like i’m spike lee
i’m on that no quan chi
and i’m with my big homies
want a ps5 for retail somebody tell sony
you may think that sh*t funny, but trust me hoe i’m never joking
hoe when i’m not counting up the only time i feel lonely (b*tch)
f*ck you keep reminding me for b*tch i know i’m late
the mother f*cking hero of this sh*t don’t wear a cape
we putting n*ggas in or on it that’s two different tapes
man all i see is cookies round me b*tch so where’s the cake (where’s the cake)
woke up in the dark feel like i’m moving round in slow motion
rain check on the coochie baby so just give me throat then
ain’t no other option shorty you know i’m the potion
the cure to depression man i know i’m what you cope with
b*tches won’t stop asking where i’m at now i’m like oh sh*t (hahahaha)
trust me i’m a really nice guy
circle keep decreasing man cause all y’all do is tell me lies
n*ggas making tweets about me oh sh*t i’m finna cry
put the ketchup on the side cause i don’t want it on the fries
b*tch come on they knowing what’s the deal with me and ski
used to be below now i’m above it ain’t no in between
b*tch stop speaking gibberish and tell me what the f*ck you mean
i could never stop i just keep whipping up the classics
new pair of kicks just gotta find a shirt to match it
i don’t even pay attention all you n*ggas capping
zeros by the second b*tch i’m finna hit a backflip
[verse 2]
n*ggas always…aw sh*t i messed up
n*ggas used to hate and now they down bad tell them bless up
white girl with the lace front call her nilla nessa
pointless to be questioning accept it i’m just better
trust me i don’t give know chances leave you in the cold
all y’all do the same thing man the sh*t just getting old
it just seem like all these females broke and they h*lla ghetto
if he disrespecting bro chop gone make him say h*llo
keep me from the drama and the b*tches just want chicken
destructo disc gone hit his face and now i feel like krillin
keep on upgrading can’t be riding in a civic
man if that sh*t on me its just a different type of dripping
you can’t wear my good sh*t shorty b*tch you want a gildan?
i ain’t even started till i run me up a million
b*tch i’m not a dummy stack my money thru the ceiling
like i’m on a rampage hoe i’m braking down the buildings
she don’t like no carbonation she drink lemonade
she say she wanna have a kid so put it on her face
the keys to the system n*gga let me demonstrate
b*tch n*gga all i do is sage my room and meditate
show i’m at the top then carry on no kevin gates
b*tch i’ll never f*ck with you cause all you n*ggas peons
hoe put on her shoes i creak the door and tell her begone
cheetah print aventador the outside color neon
when i’m at the store tell the hoe to double bag it
yeah i act out a little nothing wrong with bragging
world keep going down hill cause of us the sh*t is tragic
please don’t tell me bout what happened you know imma drag it
trying to be the first to do it i feel just like hilary
only dropping heaters n*gga all my sh*ts is history
came a long way so all that little sh*t don’t get to me
b*tch you bout to p*ss me so just stop with all that bickering
people we don’t speak i’m bout to start deleting numbers
b*tches getting ghosted chops for you if i ain’t f*ck her
winters really cold but its real hot when its the summer
the plug always round me man so just call me no jumper
i just keep on going n*gga i don’t need no hook
could chef up in the kitchen but i just refuse to cook
hoe i’m f*cking me you should be paying just to look
b*tch my life a movie n*ggas finna write a book
listen…rap n*ggas cannot f*ck with me
end of discussion no matter what you do you just not touching me
punch in and punch out like come on i mean honestly
b*tch no matter the height its inevitable i’m blocking em
[outro]
f*ck is you talking bout n*gga
i’m better than every rapper you f*cking know
like its no discussion bruh
like stop f*cking playing with me
i’m f*cking done

- officialvintage lyrics

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