Lyrics:
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go
You can kiss your ass
they fuck with mines
It always come a time, when it's time to flip
You only flippin' when you hit by a gun of mines
You broke and you want to shine,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go
You can kiss your ass
(spin the block)
Even if I hit, I'ma spin the block (spin the block)
If I miss, I'ma spin the block (spin the block)
Run up on him with the blick, I'ma
the block
Hit the booth
Hit the J
M.I.A
My meat in her buns
Smoking weed by the tongue
DMV we 'bout to run, yeah, yeah
I'm an ass man
Like Billy Gunn, yeah,
up loud we just vibing summer sound
When the ladies hit the floor all the Fellas come around
Block party bringing crowds till we shut the street down
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Shock con la hit
Sono il big con glock
Perchè io ti passi il mic
Devi aspettare ancora un po'
Io non rappo con i Bot
Preferisco un pensionato
Che
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
viral like covid step in the block with my niggas no chill
Hit my first blunt on these block oh please
Been lit for a while otipe no be today Chief
I see
to work"
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter
Catch me beating down ya block
Beating down ya block
Man they like that boog beat knock
When I'm beating down yo block
Beating down yo block
Man
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
we're done for the night
Everybody going
Back to the block, Back to the block
Back to the block, Back to the block
Everybody going
Back to the block, Back
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
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