Solo Crippin (Explicit)

Solo Crippin (Explicit) - BlocBoy JB

Lyrics by：James Baker/Nathaniel Phillips

Composed by：James Baker/Nathaniel Phillips

Oh my f**king God

Kushy got a retainer haha

D**n Chop this s**t slappin'

Hah ayy Word

I get more a*s than a lawn chair

I like a b***h with some long hair hair

She shakin' that a*s and throwin' it fast Throw it

That makin' me wanna go bone her

I wanna f**k

Sneak dissin' lil' boy watch your tone there

Huh

I'm not givin' you s**t I'm no loaner

That's on mama

If you do what I do you a clone there

Word

Sat down with a nine young n***a did some long prayer

Ride around your block with a corner

I might just serve me a corner

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

He a barber that boy used to comb hair

Huh

I might walk through your hood just to roam there

Huh Huh

If you reach in that glove department trap phone there

Give it to 'em like a donor

Donor

Why beef 'bout a b***h if I really don't want her

I check them h*es off the list like Nike Air

Woah

F**k her in your house and spend the night there

You caught me I know you don't like that s**t right there

You fought me that's how you got that lil' black eye there

Huh

You diss them Crips or the Nation you die there

Yeah

Send your location I fly there

Fly there

Eight-legged freak send her back in my Spyder

Spyder

Four h*es on me I'm the s**t like a diaper

Diaper

I'm comin' off the dome like a cypher

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Two-tone two-tone

Audemar my wrist I got designer on my 'fit

'Fit

No collision but n***a we be callin' hits rrah

In the Expedition we got 'bout 37 sticks

Doon doon doon

Heard your ex went missin' I got her f**kin' on the clique

No supervision radar in this b***h

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