| Jose the Plug
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| Man
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| My dog just caught the bag, I ain’t runnin' from the grams
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| You got that internet beef, you run straight to the 'Gram
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| Pussy nigga got shot and he ran to the Gram
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| If I get shot I’ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand
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| You in your phone all day, ain’t makin' no bands
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| I told my lil' dawg count it as fast as he can
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| Soon as he run, it’s off with his head
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| I need that bag, end your life like fuck is you sayin'?
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| Like I’m that one nigga, fuck the other side
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| Percocet and new Patek made me come alive
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| Like how you bomin' Game? |
| I got the chop on me
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| Ooh, I got the drop on him, JJ up the Glock on him
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| Man, I got to sneak it in the party, pocket rock' on me
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| My baby meet you on the side, Chris Rock for you
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| Boy, I can see the whole field right off Belle Isle
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| I know he tried to slide 'cause his car loud
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| Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar
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| Got testers, slidin' everywhere because I’m off tether
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| I might fuck a Cardi B, Ruccis offsettin'
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| Diamonds wet, look like pee, Skuba R. Kelly
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| Man, I might sing for the pussy just like R. Kelly
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| I told her pull up to Club 'Icky, I’ma change the weather
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| I got her out her Vickys, she won’t let me let up
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| We been in and out them wars, I swear we need some medals
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| I ain’t never had time for no arguments
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| Big ass shotgun look like Lauri Markkanen
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| Tooda got the ten, AR with the cartridges
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| Moncler, Rollie arm-wear, that’s my starter kit
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| Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta, bitch?
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| Don’t let him come in that door, dawg, we measuring
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| This lil' bitch like Keyshia Cole, dawg, she heaven-sent
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| Drego lay low and get them extras then
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| Get to preachin' to you niggas like I’m Malcolm X
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| And we got powder everywhere, just took it out the press
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| She hit the road with my load, took it out her dress
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| She turn me on, now I want to do it
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| I’m lit, in a foreign whip
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| Auntie got a script, I’ma flip the bitch
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| Sweet chin music, watch me kick the shit
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| Yes I can move it, I be whippin' it
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| I will pull my gun and get ignorant
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| I will fuck the party up with my dance moves
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| I want to take me a trip out to Cancun
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| But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move
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| Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
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| If he know like I know, my niggas we got those
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| Drums with the hollows, drugs in my poncho
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| I been wanting big bands since a snot nose, huh
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| The bag is so feminine, my MT hitters they some gremlins
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| The narcs hit the block, still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands
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| The smoke on the floor, alright, inhale it then
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| The way you talk you need a show, David Letterman
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| You ballerina all on it, it’s not sellin', damn
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| I called my baby, whip it quickly, ain’t gotta touch my hands
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| I know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten
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| All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands
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| You never know who out to get you, better watch your mans
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| Before you get to blowing cheese, better make a plan
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| First night again, it wasn’t in her plans
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| Boogie told me fuck the city, bro, we want the rest
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| Who gon' be there in the end? |
| All this shit a test
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| All my old hoes say I still hit it the best
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| Get your mans, dawg, I heard his watch, it tick tick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloxk Party , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп