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Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin' through Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah you fucked 'em up with this one Tay Keith Hah, hah, hah You got BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith produced it Word, word, word, word, word That cash talk, money long Shows getting booked Chopper fired at a motherfucker's dome Hoes getting took And if you play woth money then won't make it home Whole lot of Bloc Nation block niggas in your ass Ayy what you on cuz? Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused (that's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Bitch I'm on a mission Riding 'round with Lil Jugg and he got extensions If a nigga diss the block he gon' come up missing And if you want to find his body you gon' have to go fishing We wash a nigga like dishes You get did up if you say the wrong thing You get hit up, we gon' break y'all niggas down like a swisher Take a picture When it's cold bitch I'm still the hottest nigga Them niggas on the other side broke, I overlook 'em All 'bout the Benjamins, I'm feeling like Bookem Feeling like Raymond, grape street gang, what you saying? Seven hundred, we the new Iran Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused (that's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin' through Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you Killers in my motherfucking circle I bang the C, half a circle It's first degree, I'll murk ya Take your head off on purpose Hah, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on nigga Nigga better stop playin' 'fore his mama end up layin', you heard me? Real, on crip nigga Whole lotta gang shit nigga, Grape Street nigga Hey, hey, yeah yeah yeah Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused (that's on my mama) Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin' down, I don't know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, James Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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