From Tha Block (Explicit)

From Tha Block (Explicit) - Birdman/Juvenile

Lyrics by：Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun

Composed by：Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun

I done got in the mood that liquor kickin' in

And all these average a*s b***hes

Lookin' different

The n***as workin' the door

Let all the chickens in

A ho I know from the hood

In here with her stripper friends

And I got money I could trick a b***h

And I don't give a motherf**k

If she a six or ten

F**kin' with my dough is when

It's time to kill

I wreck s**t like an alcoholic

Behind the wheel

Made a lot of deals paid a lot of bills

You said a lot of fake I said a lot of real

You got a lot of gimmicks not a lot of skill

N***a this a Bentley coupe

This not a Bonneville

And you can smell the w**d

Comin' out my folicles

I'm some my my my s**t Johnny Gill

I keep my b***h rockin' designer heels

I'ma kill all that kill killer so ride a wheel

Took it from the block now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on lookin' at the opps

I'm tryna leave that liquor

'Lone but I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case he like Matlock

I got a reputation menace or the fast guy

I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke

Until I pass out

LG money b***h I ain't 'bout to be franchise

The bad guy got them killers on standby

One face put 'em in a race

Lay them down for my rounds

Never caught the case

Briefcase hundred G's different states

No lace keep a K when I'm 'round my way

Big day big pay n***a quick to spray

Another way how we did it n***a back a day

Hustle ways n***a did it in the hallway

Big paper fast lane with the foreign frame

Took it from the block now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on lookin' at the opps

I'm tryna leave that liquor

'Lone but I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case he like Matlock

I got a reputation menace or the fast guy

I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke

Until I pass out

LG money b***h I ain't

'Bout to be franchise

The bad guy got them killers on standby

I got a pocket full of dead folks

Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari

Lookin' like eggyolks

Matchin' jewelry and cars

And all that s**t paid for

The only thing goin' backwards

Here is the Wraith doors huh

The High Life that we paid for

Paid for

Bentley with them customs and we laid low

We laid low

Bad b***h with some old soul

Old sour

We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow

'Bout this cash flow

You lil' n***as better take notes

'Cause when your money up

And these b***hes know it they way more

'Cause s**t we took it

From the project to the Lakeshore's

You know she f**kin' n***a

Tell her keep her legs closed

Uh we went from platinum to a hundred shows

Hundred shows

A hundred G's with a hundred floors hundred floors

Rags to riches with the marble floor marble floor

And the Bentley with that calico calico

Took it from the block now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on lookin' at the opps

I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone

But I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case

He like Matlock

I got a reputation menace or the fast guy

I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke

Until I pass out

LG money b***h I ain't 'bout

To be franchise

The bad guy got them killers on standby

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