Lyrics:
You and me got the whole day off
Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh
But the line went halfway round the block
And we're looking for a place to rest
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes I even stop the smoking when it's time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
be to strong OG in my liver
Recline when I drive
These opps wanna slide
Whipping the stir fry saucing on my lines
Straight from the block
44 gonna pop
your number I go pull up on you...
Even if you block my line I swear
I ain't gonna switching side on you
Cus na you dey by my mind
Only you de by my
I'll do the time every dime
Especially if it's bout mine
Im gone cross the
Whole damn line
Imma hit ya block straight Sliding
Problems ain't hard to find
No denying that your fine but you two face
Let my home boy hit girl you too fake
Shorty hit my line on the weekend
Now I gotta block another line she
She out of line
Then she
Get block
I put my money over thots
Designer changed the way I trot
They sleep on me some like a cot
Being basic I just cannot
Friday night bout ten o'clock
Packed house, line around the block
The bands rockin' the dance floors full
Their crankin' up the speed
I'm tryin' to create a box
I'm the nigga that the haters watch
I'm connected like Lego blocks or the line to the cable box
And I ain't never been
shit messys dangerous, ill be moven 8 balls like I'm rackin pool boy. I'm on tha phone wit tha streets on tha otha line kuz tha block hot like leather
know niggas sipping hitting drank Boy them fake lines
You den spent that block a hunnid times Why nobody died
I can get that shit all gone give me 4 days
the end of my days
Well a bus pulls up the honky tonk
And there's a line around the honky-block
Ya know, that's what these crackers love to see
Ya see
and drinkin' on Texas
I'm turnin' these blocks for
Lines like Tetris fucked up 100 in Vegas
8000 a month, that's just my
I switch chains and switch cars
Got four
Straight drop got junkies at my door
Beatin it off the hinges
Lunch line wrapped around my block
Nigga bum and get it
You ain't never gotta ask me
her cum seven times number of completion
But then I gotta block her line when she get to tweaking
She gone love me forever
I just like her a lot
I know
they poked a socket
You trying hard but you cannot stop this
The devils on my line I had to block him
I visualize my goals I keep them locked in
Im
know she a 10 but on gang you know this glock a 9
She like to showoff with her friends on god be bout to block her line
She say i'm always with my
Had ya mama block my line
Cause you found ya shit out on the floor
But you can’t just up and leave
We done did this shit before
Two hearts that beat
off in that thang like I'm Brian O' Connor
Blowing up my line was nothing to block her
Wanted my baby I ran outta condoms
I just used the last one
The Gunners
F**k around he's taking aim
I need all the shine
Call the line and order shine
Opp block it was borderline
Hitting dots there all time
F**k
a line up
I tell my niggaz to line up
Cut thru ya block like a blade
That’s a line up
I guess niggaz ain’t kno what they signed up
See em person
Them
Bitch I'm from Texas. Moved to ctlanta.
Broadcastin live str8 from the block.
I know sum Meskins. Pull up & blam ya
Then go short a line str8 off
think about your habit
You little shit you only know the bottom line
The lift in the tower block stinks
The dragon lies asleep
The dealer gives a Kings
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