Lyrics:
Cock Blockin'
By: Luvinnia Flowers
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
I'm Hollin
in
And beat on your fuckin' head like AP did to his own kid
I'm comin' in with extended rounds, amount, too many to count
Wow, there's plenty of clowns
he's tryna rap until his entire jaw falls off
Kinda funny to hear
Thought he was crippled by fear
Now that the voice that he has
Will echo through all
damage done, yeah ya man numbed by the fight here
Popped a pill, now, less feeling like light beer
Still, I'm just trying to say what's on my heart to you
a raid they rush us I can't take my time I'm gunning
Tryna come up on these number oppas slide by they busting at nothing
Nothing I'm doing is working shit
But I'm here by grace
Oh, oh, oh
Through Christ by faith
Oh, oh, oh
I had to make that choice
I had to open up my mouth and say
Gimme that joy I
promise I'm the same igga I'm just way more focused and
My name it just got way bigger
We both went through pain and all the struggle but my pain different
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
the drunk in me
(that's right) and I'm get her drunk for free when I take her it gone hurt
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
When I Pull Up To Club
All The Shawties Be Like
punished him didnt want death to be his punishment, that's how i felt then i was full of rage, full of anger full of ego and full of pain, everytime I close
coincided with this pain exhausted
(Fucked up, I’m the culprit)
Fucked up
Why did you hold it?
Can’t stand to
Give me the honest
All weekend
This is myopic
of this pain
I'm tired of acting fine
Coz I know inside I ain't
Double crossed so many times
I will never be the same
Back stabbed by my own friends
Some
it by any means
I gotta get it by any means
Don't blow my high when I'm on a tree
Up every night so I'm losing sleep
Sweetest sixteens like it's MTV
My niggas hop out the van
Glocking his shit when I ran
I'm finna hop out the coup
I got the stars in the roof
She wanna fuck in the room
Nigga know
cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his
this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this I'm tired all this pain yeah I'm
the Glock, don't hesitate
I'm tryna shoot him in his face and have the side leak out his brain
I swear I'm not goin' insane, I'm just so sick of all this pain
was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole
"Tough"
And I'm like "Give it"
And he's like "Make me"
And I'm like "'Kay"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
peers
Who's to blame for my muthafuckin'
Pain that I'm feelin' inside
Well nigga don't cry keep your head up and roll wit' this pressure
Control
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