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blick - philly goats lyrics

[intro: pgs spence]
ah, ah, d*mn
bah, bah, yo, your hear that?
yo, you hear that? (got that beat from jumbo)
psh, ha

[chorus: pgs spence]
yo, you hear that? (yeah) uh
big ak gon’ clear that
i see an opp’ and you we gon’ fear that
this pound his his chest, you know it’s gon’ tear that (bah, ah, ah)
“i’m hit”, well, get up, you’re screaming like a b*tch
i got more blues than lilo & stitch
i’m ’bout to slide, ’bout to let this sh*t rip
i got the four down, he got the gen five
i like patience, sou, can we switch? (nah)
i’m shootin’ too slow, can you pass me the switch? (yeah)
hop right out that v, then i hop out and bl!ck
got the whole city crankin’ and these b*tches on deck (psh, ah, ah)
these b*tches on deck
walk right in the club and i get that sh*t lit
leek gave me an ounce and i made that sh*t flip

[verse: pgs spence]
i walk in so fresh, i walk in so clean (i am)
i got dimes, i got nicks, i got doves, everything that you need (ha)
come through bell like i’m d
ah, come through bell like i’m d
n*ggas can’t call me spency no more (nah)
you can call me rashead
that four pound’ll rip through your door (bah), you better go to sleep
we call lil’ bro ush, ush, ush (ush), ah, he’ll put you to sleep
we can big bro— (he fat as f*ck), all he like to do is eat
i call up—, you know she a freak (uh*huh)
you know she a freak (uh*huh)
i heard she come through, eat the d*ck up, uh, uh, you know she a freak (uh*huh)
pounds’ll rip through your chest and guts, it’ll f*ck up your t**th (uh*huh)
know it’ll f*ck up your stomach (uh*huh)
come through vroom, is that the new jeep?
no, that’s the hummer, uh
come through bangin’ like shaq (yes)
come through bangin’ like nash (oh, yeah)
i come through and clear out the scene
i come through bangin’ that sh*t like kareem
and do your part
but b*tch up, is you gon’ hop is this car?
turn the beam on if you can’t see from a far (bah)
we gon’ send him to mars
know we smoking that ganja
watch your back, we gon’ creep up behind ya
you’s a b*tch in the city, i can’t find ya
you gon’ find me (you gon’ find me)
you can find me posted up by the island (yes)
y’all young n*ggas don’t want no smoke, you can send me the addy, swear to god that i’m bending him (that i’m bending)
y’all n*ggas be so broke, lil’ bro, he sell the beans, swear to god that i’m sending it (oh, yeah, ah)
[chorus: pgs spence]
yo, you hear that? (yeah) uh
big ak gon’ clear that
i see an opp’ and you we gon’ fear that
this pound his his chest, you know it’s gon’ tear that (bah, ah, ah)
“i’m hit”, well, get up, you’re screaming like a b*tch
i got more blues than lilo & stitch
i’m ’bout to slide, ’bout to let this sh*t rip
i got the four down, he got the gen five
i like patience, sou, can we switch? (nah)
i’m shootin’ too slow, can you pass me the switch? (yeah)
hop right out that v, then i hop out and bl!ck
got the whole city crankin’ and these b*tches on deck (psh, ah, ah)
these b*tches on deck
walk right in the club and i get that sh*t lit
leek gave me an ounce and i made that sh*t flip

- philly goats lyrics

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