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long live block - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
(uh, uh, on the men, uh)
(uh, uh, on the men, uh)
(how i’m coming)
(on the men)

[verse]
uh, i been dragging on sh*t, go ask about homie might tell you i took your big brother down
you ain’t standing a chance with this sh*t we got drizzies
i’m riding with spike you could read about lil’ cuz
we setting the tone sh*t p.o.i. gang
we the reason that young n*gga name on a hat
on the men i done made n*ggas put on them jets
just carried a n*gga talking ’bout free cars in a text
give a f*ck where i’m at still standing on ten
out the a right now with a skinny*ass ten
they’re talking ’bout money ain’t spending that sh*t
you just talking you ain’t tryna spin you a b*tch
they know i’m known for taking a risk
i go with my first instinct look foggy i hit
i was sitting on houses i cut off my phone
my b*tch just asked me why i can’t admit when i’m wrong
i got some sh*t that’ll roll ’til this song end
b*tch you can come in this spot but you ain’t getting your phone in
i’m riding with lo that’s a dangerous young n*gga
if you just a hustler you could pay me twenty to k!ll him
f*cking with jai we been spinning the whole month
my vision f*cked up i done hit at the wrong one
i heard you be stealing you ain’t never robbed nothing
free cars, we bend every time that we catch one
talking to lil’ bro he told me [?]
it’s a big*ass caliber with me wherever you catch me
busting the law i’m with [?] and [?]
you ain’t on sh*t then i’m confiscating your glock
you know who you talking to n*gga? i’ll drag on your block
i’m walking with twenty n*gga long live block
they need to free 30 that’s a real young [?]
you ain’t doing sh*t with your gun but you keep tryna clean it
i took what he had i ain’t think he deserved it
i’m in the middle of a shootout i still ain’t nervous
you d*ckriding them n*ggas what the f*ck is your purpose?
we push up on n*ggas we really close curtains
i wouldn’t dare pull over this car too dirty
i’ll warn you one time after that i’ma curry you
drop sh*t on his house after that i go smoke
bro jamming off 30 you wouldn’t even know
he speaking on shootouts and he didn’t even go
charge sh*t to the game n*gga i know how this sh*t go
your man just died you ain’t even attempt to go spin
bro died, i been in that car ever since
you shooting off the hip that sh*t don’t make sense
i been shooting at a n*gga more than i done had one ever since
this a one*man move gun go to his chest
if you gotta think too hard just go head, shoot
you want to be that pressure all you gotta do is don’t panic
if it happen and it happen know a n*gga and his mother have it (worse)

- semi homie lyrics

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