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๐Ÿ‘ค Jean Grae & Block McCloud โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ This Week โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:05
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 4502495

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Man I pray y'all still
Catching the heat, spill
Mash in your grill
And potato smash and your caps peeled,
Feel it?

Like a teen under bleachers
Valley girls, pep rally cheerleaders,
Sluts named Sally either

Your brain dead or your veins pump nothing
If you ain't saying Jean's bumping,
Name ain't puffing,
Suckas rain ducking

You'll be running, your frame tucked in
Pain like I'm Wesley in the King,
Say something nukka

Fuck you and the mayor
Dunk on you like a Rutgers player
Could erupt your layer
I got a luxury layer
That needs bucks to pay up
So when I jux y'all,
I'm aiming for the cummerbund layers

Son of a gun,
She's a hundred and 1 tons
Heavy, chase paper
Like my momma done named her hon
Chevy

Cornflakers,
I'm roofy tall
Like I'm handballs,
I'll lose you in a booth or stall

You're a lukewarm goof-off
With loot galore
And I'll poop scoop your fans
And shoot them all

I give a damn, I'll abuse the law
Get Judge Mathis, feed him wine,
Lead him to traffic, awwww

We don't have to bust rounds
To shut the club down
She'll come for you, hunt
You down like blood hounds

Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae
Like what the fuck now?
Cups up, now chug it down,
Then spread some love around

Triple 6 soul
With a gold whiffle bat
That I hold
And a sickle pole, taped to my back,
Fold

Your hands not fucking with mine
It's just sucking your own dick
Like I'm tucking your spine

Cry me a river nigga
They'll find you in the
Tied to a line, with a leech in your liver

On a beach with a bitch from the song
Grinding limes
With your smashed teeth laughing
While you're screaming and crying

Loose lipped,
Who figured this chick would be
So obtuse with it
To flip
This way (Hey!)

My mind sharper
Than a fucking switchblade, lick me
Don't fixate on a picture, nigga
Switch page

I'm Daft Punk
Stab you with a catheter
With an open pen and put the
Cap right back in ya

You're taffin' a life
Ain't attackin' it right
I go platinum, with no dough
And half of your light,
Dummy

Listen up,
I'm Cisco
Mixed with whiskey
I know the security -
They won't frisk me

I'm made of material
That bounces off
Your mouth talks,
And the foulness crowd
When it

Deflects back and it hits your limbs
Til your reflexes slack
And you kick ya tims
It's all personal

Maybe when I'm pulling your purse strings
Cut your life short like nurses at birthings

Curse you with one less
Finger than Oprah
To Danny Glover in purple,
Your purpose is over

No soldier could stop it,
War's about to be poppin',
I'm like a broken faucet,
You should just forfeit,
You lost it

Stick a fork in you,
You're done
Nigga's with a spork in
Their lung, walk awkwardly,
I'm warning you

Before you could step to
The death of you,
Nerve of you,
Talking shit with Jean
Right next to you

Restless,
In one second
I could arrest you
Wait, I'm giving lessons on
What the best can do

Catch you
Hiding in a darkened vestibule,
Slit your neck, open from your chest,
Who's next to duel?

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:21.01] Man I pray y'all still
[00:21.97] Catching the heat, spill
[00:23.70] Mash in your grill
[00:24.65] And potato smash and your caps peeled,
[00:25.54] Feel it?
[00:26.55] Like a teen under bleachers
[00:28.37] Valley girls, pep rally cheerleaders,
[00:30.17] Sluts named Sally either
[00:31.94] Your brain dead or your veins pump nothing
[00:33.77] If you ain't saying Jean's bumping,
[00:35.67] Name ain't puffing,
[00:36.58] Suckas rain ducking
[00:37.43] You'll be running, your frame tucked in
[00:39.23] Pain like I'm Wesley in the King,
[00:41.08] Say something nukka
[00:42.86] Fuck you and the mayor
[00:43.72] Dunk on you like a Rutgers player
[00:45.67] Could erupt your layer
[00:47.42] I got a luxury layer
[00:48.36] That needs bucks to pay up
[00:50.10] So when I jux y'all,
[00:51.07] I'm aiming for the cummerbund layers
[00:52.83] Son of a gun,
[00:53.76] She's a hundred and 1 tons
[00:55.66] Heavy, chase paper
[00:56.51] Like my momma done named her hon
[00:58.39] Chevy
[00:59.23] Cornflakers,
[01:00.12] I'm roofy tall
[01:01.07] Like I'm handballs,
[01:01.92] I'll lose you in a booth or stall
[01:02.83] You're a lukewarm goof-off
[01:04.75] With loot galore
[01:05.63] And I'll poop scoop your fans
[01:07.49] And shoot them all
[01:08.40] I give a damn, I'll abuse the law
[01:10.19] Get Judge Mathis, feed him wine,
[01:12.86] Lead him to traffic, awwww
[01:14.77] We don't have to bust rounds
[01:15.63] To shut the club down
[01:16.54] She'll come for you, hunt
[01:18.35] You down like blood hounds
[01:19.22] Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae
[01:21.07] Like what the fuck now?
[01:21.98] Cups up, now chug it down,
[01:22.90] Then spread some love around
[01:24.74] Triple 6 soul
[01:36.50] With a gold whiffle bat
[01:38.37] That I hold
[01:39.26] And a sickle pole, taped to my back,
[01:41.07] Fold
[01:42.07] Your hands not fucking with mine
[01:42.93] It's just sucking your own dick
[01:44.70] Like I'm tucking your spine
[01:45.63] Cry me a river nigga
[01:47.40] They'll find you in the
[01:48.32] Tied to a line, with a leech in your liver
[01:51.03] On a beach with a bitch from the song
[01:52.94] Grinding limes
[01:53.84] With your smashed teeth laughing
[01:55.61] While you're screaming and crying
[01:56.56] Loose lipped,
[01:58.38] Who figured this chick would be
[01:59.26] So obtuse with it
[02:00.19] To flip
[02:01.07] This way (Hey!)
[02:02.05] My mind sharper
[02:02.98] Than a fucking switchblade, lick me
[02:04.74] Don't fixate on a picture, nigga
[02:06.52] Switch page
[02:07.42] I'm Daft Punk
[02:08.38] Stab you with a catheter
[02:10.18] With an open pen and put the
[02:12.04] Cap right back in ya
[02:12.96] You're taffin' a life
[02:13.85] Ain't attackin' it right
[02:14.74] I go platinum, with no dough
[02:16.50] And half of your light,
[02:17.46] Dummy
[02:18.31] Listen up,
[02:40.27] I'm Cisco
[02:41.13] Mixed with whiskey
[02:42.08] I know the security -
[02:42.91] They won't frisk me
[02:44.74] I'm made of material
[02:45.62] That bounces off
[02:47.41] Your mouth talks,
[02:48.36] And the foulness crowd
[02:49.36] When it
[02:50.25] Deflects back and it hits your limbs
[02:52.01] Til your reflexes slack
[02:53.87] And you kick ya tims
[02:54.72] It's all personal
[02:56.59] Maybe when I'm pulling your purse strings
[02:58.43] Cut your life short like nurses at birthings
[03:01.12] Curse you with one less
[03:02.07] Finger than Oprah
[03:03.89] To Danny Glover in purple,
[03:04.70] Your purpose is over
[03:05.61] No soldier could stop it,
[03:07.52] War's about to be poppin',
[03:08.42] I'm like a broken faucet,
[03:10.20] You should just forfeit,
[03:11.19] You lost it
[03:12.06] Stick a fork in you,
[03:12.96] You're done
[03:13.84] Nigga's with a spork in
[03:14.71] Their lung, walk awkwardly,
[03:16.57] I'm warning you
[03:17.51] Before you could step to
[03:18.42] The death of you,
[03:19.34] Nerve of you,
[03:20.24] Talking shit with Jean
[03:21.11] Right next to you
[03:22.05] Restless,
[03:22.98] In one second
[03:23.83] I could arrest you
[03:24.76] Wait, I'm giving lessons on
[03:26.55] What the best can do
[03:27.59] Catch you
[03:28.42] Hiding in a darkened vestibule,
[03:30.26] Slit your neck, open from your chest,
[03:32.07] Who's next to duel?
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