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- BlocBoy JB Yoppa 歌词
- Lil Mosey BlocBoy JB
- I will see there are we
Pull up in yo' city
Then I hopped out with a flare
With a flare
My n***a roll with me
If it's beef then we gon' blare
Bo bo bo bo
Pull up in a Beamer
Then I skrt off with a Lamb'
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
I got all these racks
So I'm flexing 'cause I can
'Cause I can
Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a JD yeah
Roll around with 20's got a yoppa on me ayy
Margiela on his feet I got Louis on me uh
I blow all that gas I be sippin' on the lean
30 thirty bands my neck my jewels water like saline
And my life be moving fast like I'm in a movie ayy
We don't f**k around so we holding 223
Beat beat
And I'm on the f**king xan
I just missed it in my dream
Always
I sip on the lean and my big homie OG yeah
I got 20 shooters they gon wait you like saline
Then
They know a lil' Fendi
A lil' that lil bro flippin' key yeah
I just walk like water I know sippin' on codeine yeah
Pull up in yo' city
Then I hopped out with a flare
With a flare
My n***a roll with me
If it's beef then we gon' blare bo bo bo bo
Pull up in a Beamer
Then I skrt off with a Lamb'
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
I got all these racks
So I'm flexing 'cause I can
'Cause I can
Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a JD yeah
Roll around with 20's got a yoppa on me ayy
Margiela on his feet I got Louis on me uh
I blow all that gas I be sippin' on the lean
Oyy
We smoke gas like the pack ain't no turnin' down
Down
Jane sad purple rain crippin' in yo town
Crip
Players goin' down ayy
Where he stay I need him now
Rra ayy
I call up 'em feses
They gonna smoke him like a ounce
B***h b***h I make the trap bounce
Yeah
What you need I got that
N***a tried to rob me
Uh
Best believe I shot that
That's on my mama
These n***as ain't killers
They the one that's gettin' shot at
Shot at
They snitchin' and I caught dead
Made me put some top at
Pull up in yo' city
Then I hopped out with a flare
With a flare
My n***a roll with me
If it's beef then we gon' blare
Bo bo bo bo
Pull up in a Beamer
Then I skrt off with a Lamb'
Skrt skrt skrt skrt
I got all these racks
So I'm flexing 'cause I can
'Cause I can
Gucci on my feet and I'm with my n***a
JD yeah
Roll around with 20's got a yoppa on me ayy
Margiela on his feet I got Louis on me uh
I blow all that gas I be sippin' on the lean
Oye
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