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Blockt
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Blocktは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2020年5月25日にClubhouseAL Music Group/Children of the Cotton Music GroupによりリリースされましたFluid
アルバムFluid
2020年5月25日
レーベルClubhouseAL Music Group/Children of the Cotton Music Group
言語English
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歌詞

Hook x2:
That shit out of my hands
Look, I’m building a brand. And I don’t do backpay, hoe. I do advance
I’m not popping no Xans. Just rocking the stands. The fuck is you saying?
That bitch bop for a band, and I treat her friend like I’m blocking a fan
What the fuck is she saying?
Verse:
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job descript (That’s out of my script!)
Lil shawty a fan, thotty for bands, I feel like Gladys, Pips
Temptations crazy. Can’t fuck wit em. Feeling like Ruffin
**** said the blunts laced with the codeine. **** still might puff em
Mother fuck it. This my life, my right, high life. Fuck would abide by yours, pussy?
Why, why? When I could ride fly, glide by, motorize slide my doors. Push it
Seen that hoe adoring my scifi aura. And I’m like, “You must be Aurora?”
Sleeping on me. Should ignore ya. Your peepers on me, clearly horny
Wanna peak in the morning, ride the face and penis (Jinkies!)
Wake and bake, and from the ashes rise up like a phoenix
She from Atlanta, went to Tuskegee. I’m from the Bama. You know who it be, bitch
This here young local with grammar got lokes on your yams and hopes of motor-boating your cleavage
Your homie should beat it
Shit’s out of my hands!
[Hook] x2
Bridge:
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my descript (That’s outta my script!)
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my descript (That’s outta my script!)
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, that’s out of my. That’s outta my. (That’s outta my hands, hands!)
That shit out of my hands, that’s out of my. (That’s outta my script!)
Verse 2:
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my descript
Big body my Benz. Thotties hop in, pop off like rocket ships
Ventilation hazy; Can’t see shit. Just the lit blunt puffing
**** from the Bama where we ain’t got shit or we ain’t got much and
I ain’t trying to be none of the above
Why they trying to play me like a scrub?
**** dap you up and call it love
Then they clap you up and call the law
Plenty bad fuck shit I done saw
Many **** done erupted trynna blow
She wanna fuck before the show, cuz I got sustenance and soul
Always wanna know how much money I blow
I don’t know. I spent a mother fucking face card walking out the door
Shit’s out of my hands!
[Hook] x2
Outro x2:
Shit’s out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (That’s outta my script!)
That’s out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (That’s out of my script!)
Shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (That’s out of my hands, hands!)
Out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job, yah! (That’s out of my script!)
Written by: Cale C. Robinson
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