| No Chorus, Pt. |
| 10, finna cop a van
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| Pop a nigga ass like a fuckin' Perc' 10
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| Hit him with the bag like I’m in the first dance
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| Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind
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| I’m gettin' head like a motherfuckin' mannequin
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| If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking?
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| Thirties all up, leave a fuck nigga vanishing
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| I hit him up, ain’t gon' lie, it was challenging
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| Say he getting money but where it’s at?
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| I’m the alley, O’Malley cat
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| I’m in the jungle with lions and birds
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| To the left, that’s how I like my hat (crip)
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| Freak hoes, I’m striking it
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| Beat 'em up, Mike Tyson it
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| Fuck the bitch, he ain’t liking it
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| Made a post 'bout me, lost his life today
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| I’m 'bout to pull up
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| I’m driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it’s full of
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| He 'bout to crash 'cause I shot his ass before he could look up
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| That nigga shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up
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| Commissary, get your books up
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| What’s wrong with him?
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| AR to his head, I’m 'bout to dome-split him
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| Heard a nigga want me dead, I had to go’n get him
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| Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him
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| My money long nigga
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| Yours small, mine tall, get your own nigga
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| I was only fourteen beating grown niggas
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| Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long nigga
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| Ain’t no way that I’ma miss and hit the wrong nigga
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| Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever
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| Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather
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| Shoot a nigga just for the pleasure
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| Nigga better not play 'bout my cheddar
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| Nigga’s ass better know better
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| Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta
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| Bitch I got them rounds like I’m Floyd Mayweather
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| Mayweather, bitch I’m hot like May weather
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| Forty on my side like we go together
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| Y’all niggas broke and y’all hoes too
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| Pussy ass nigga I expose you (that's on my mama)
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| She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth
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| Connect with the plug like I’m wifi or bluetooth
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| I remember days when I had to wear Fubu
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| When you a nail everybody wanna screw you
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| Shop with me, shop with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery
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| I gotta kill him, on crip ain’t no stopping me
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| He tried to play me like I was monopoly
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| Damn, damn, scratch a nigga out his Lamb
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| 2013 Lito, bitch I go ham
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| I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps
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| We making moves and shit, my niggas be hitting licks
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| Shot a nigga down just like a cigarette
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| If he on some business shit
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| Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit
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| I swear we ain’t missing shit
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| I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch
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| Unless she give benefits
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| Hold up, I think I fucked up on my ass, lyrics gotta go over
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| Then them niggas hating on me, pull up in that Rover
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| Fucked a bitch last night, only bought her a soda
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| Gang, and I’m up off in a Lamb, I pull up, whip through in a Lamb,
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| yeah yeah yeah
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| Fuck on your bitch I go HAM, fuck on your bitch I go HAM, yeah yeah
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| Fuck her and tell her to scram, fuck her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah
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| Green eggs and ham, ham
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| I’m tellin' ya, I’m tellin' ya man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Chorus Pt. 10 , by - BlocBoy JB. Song from the album Who Am I 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп