Paroles de la chanson Hit The Block par Yung Bleu

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Paroles de la chanson Hit The Block par Yung Bleu

I kept it real with some niggas, I should've let 'em starve
I cross my heart and hope to die before I let 'em rob
They used to shit on my image, now I got better cars
Switching my lingo, I can cut up with no metaphor
I live with bitches in the hills, sleeping with the stars
I ain't have no key, I broke in like a crowbar
Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard
Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard

I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby

I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby
Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby
Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby
Now count this money while I hit the block
Come count this money while I hit the block
Now count this money while I hit the block

I fuck 'em by the twos, I don't care what they say
I know you sick with it, I can be your medicine, bae
I keep my mack game strong but my pimp game stronger
And she just left a nigga 'cause I'm fuckin' her longer
On your hot girl shit like you Meg Thee Stallion
Suck a dick like a trick, I might buy you medallion

And I'ma ride it like a horse (Like a horse, like a horse)
Make you cum, make you moist (Make you moist, make you moist), yeah
Girl, you can cry up in this Honda or cry in this Rolls Royce
I'm in town for the night, so you better make a choice
I know you just wanna fuck me 'cause you love my voice
And motherfuck you to my haters, bitch, and that's from the heart, yeah

I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby
I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby
Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby

Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby
Now count this money while I hit the block
Come count this money while I hit the block
Now count this money while I hit the block

If the police come blow the spot down
Tell me, is you gon' hold these rocks down?
Stash it in your chest
They might tear this bitch apart, but they can't see what's in your breast
I'm a mess
I told you before that I'm certified
AR in the living room, we never got burglarized
New chopper, I cut the top off the dick like he circumcised
We groupin', go buy some Glocks for the gang when it's murkin' time
I was servin' in front the store, I ain't make it to work in time

She bitchin' crazy 'cause I ain't been home in a minute
Tryna get this money, I ain't have no loan in a minute
Couple pounds, I'ma have those bitches gone in a minute
Go get your nails did or something, mind your business
I do this shit colossal, I got on my hater blockers
Put 50K up in the air and see who take the offer
I do this shit colossal, I got on my hater blockers
Put 50K up in the air and see who take the offer

I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby
I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby

Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby
Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby
Now count this money while I hit the block
Come count this money while I hit the block
Now count this money while I hit the block

I kept it real with some niggas, I should've let 'em starve
I cross my heart and hope to die before I let 'em rob
They used to shit on my image, now I got better cars
Switching my lingo, I can cut up with no metaphor
I live with bitches in the hills, sleeping with the stars
I ain't have no key, I broke in like a crowbar
Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard
Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard

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