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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Daniels
George Daniels
Songwriter
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Songwriter
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Mastering Engineer
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Producer
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Producer

Letra

Hey Lil momma How much would you through me for some good dck Out there with them fancy muhfuckas Know you hood sick You Mrs. Block I'm Mr. Block You know the wood thick I see so many portions of you A nigga would lick Take my name and look me up And let me know If we could click Trying to staying away from All these snitches that I should blick So Lil mama How much would you throw me for some good dck I got that loud pack You can't be quiet Strut with my tongue out Just do it don't try it Ya friends wanna fuck too They can't deny it If I show up I smash shit I'm such a riot Get back on this meat girl And off of that diet You ain't gotta tell your man But you do got to buy it Hey Lil momma How much would you through me for some good dck Out there with them fancy muhfuckas Know you hood sick You Mrs. Block I'm Mr. Block You know the wood thick I see so many portions of you A nigga would lick Aye ya tu sabe lo que es Ain't about the drama shawty Fuck all dat stress, Ugh Hand up ya dress let me whole something I Know ya like it slow now we both bussing And Back to the block hope ya understand Nation bizz gotta be on it they killin kids Either way we cuttin it's simple I pimp you I do what pimps do n do it wit fitness tho Baby ballers u fukin wit no contest yo Respeto to all my gente in the ghetto Fin ball rollin ya know dis ahuevo Keep it bizzy cuz bitches luv it and brothas too Keep lit fa ma city is what these crazy muthafukas do Ha ha, Arab Hey Lil momma How much would you through me for some good dck Out there with them fancy muhfuckas Know you hood sick You Mrs. Block I'm Mr. Block You know the wood thick I see so many portions of you A nigga would lick You looking for the multiple orgasm I'm the one to give it to you ColdHard gon show you what's up With this old karma sutra Open up & let me look & see how to do ya Ah, Ah, Ah Juice ya Never thought and I never knew ya Cut off the hair off ya pa poosa Said she Jamaican and borriqua It's some got shit Under the foopa It's so prettt I just might lick her I get serious When I dick her She so freaky Off of the liquor We be fucking and snapping pictures I be happy to get my dick sucked Six nine upside down I'm back up in the guts Extra rounds to fuck I mad handle you And you can hear her scream Poppy choo Poppy choo Hey Lil momma How much would you through me for some good dck Out there with them fancy muhfuckas Know you hood sick You Mrs. Block I'm Mr. Block You know the wood thick I see so many portions of you A nigga would lick
Writer(s): Dion "deacon Gore" Smith, Dion Lekeith Smith, George Daniels, Keyon "the Ascendo" Smith, Keyon Damien Smith, Malik Yusef Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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