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Easton Clark - Five Block Lyrics



Easton Clark - Five Block Lyrics




Muhf*cka wannabe a bully nah nah
That's my job my god 9th grade I had A
Homie missin an iPod I found out Who had it n told him
But he was Foldin so I jogged
All the way the 9th block he ain't even Ask me to but why not
F*ck it ill go get your iPod mines lost N I'm only doin this
Becuz I BEEN Scheming for reasons to take that Same mother f*ckers high tops
Those would look better tied tossed On a power line over my block
Five block
You ain't tickin nothin off but my Watch
It's a Rolex don't stress sigh..ahhh White dawg on a bike not a peddle
I Got throttle n a pint sauce BACK With the right thoughts
I'm packin' a Pipe bomb with zyklon you wiping Up pinsol
It's for you wife aw bet the Bitch suck another mother f*cker Dick
When the lights off I could tell You who but it's not my job
Vroom Vroom Wearin fly socks yellow Outline Fox jersey
Or I'm shirtless but You know I f*ckin ride dawg
Anybody wanna race wanna battle Wanna roast all you gotta do is cry
Yall
Why the f*ck am I here
Drivin drunk I don't care got the Finest Dutch in my ear
Hiding under my hair bout to light it
Up like f*ck yeah
Fight dawg I could fight y'all like Tonight y'all drop a pin where you Like dawg
F*ck a gun f*ck a knife nah comin For my life y'all better bring all that
Plus insight hah right wrong? write Wrongs thru my songs
Then I take it To the scion practice for nights
Im Burnin the battery out im keepin the Lights on why not
Ain't nobody that you know who Could flow that white hot
Just admit you bitches I'm sick the Disses let me thru
I'm gettin pissed I'm bout to snap if I don't f*ckin mic Drop
Ima go from i aw
To aw I
Y'all try come at me n all die
Thought my
Bars white-hott THEN? THEN you Better be ready becaudrnoff
I'm off White and back on that pot pipe just Got my Dirtbike
If I'm not on it Circlin everybody or workin I'm Betting money I'm jottin rhymes
Stuck at a stop sign but nowadays I Nod I do it to the beat f*ck the tar I
Came too mother f*ckin far why
Can't y'all get it with the same tools
For real dawg why? Should I ask god Why?
F*ck no dumb-ass thats you That's your... agency
F*ck a disease that's make believe
N I was using heroin n crack on the Daily b intravenously- im not just Saying things
I don't really give a f*ck what crazy Things you claimed you seen know Why bitch?
We the samest thing
Use Wake n think
I need H to breath
Wait, you see
I said THINK after wake I mean
The word THINK implies I had a Brain agreed?
It's a conscious decision take aim at Me
This that
New flow III flew ova USONA you Saw it 2 points of blue roll in 2 sodas Droppin
Few hulks to soothe over use soma DUDE DONT
It-don't-do-it so truthful know you Should throw spoons n dope-to-me Oh-do-it
I'll take-good care- of all that better Fall back
Fore these shots blast shorty stops Plans when I call that
Non strap ball cap with the ballkamp Gloves ball camp thugs with the bat
For the cars glass yuh
All black lungs
Dag nab punk
Ima dog nam cuff
Say it backwards ima god man f*ck
Uhh
Tryna flow for hours off mourning Glory
Line the coke up now, smoke your Loud n ima show you stories
I don't Slow it hold on now we're goin for it
Y'all like when Ichop?
Multi not more than a simple 2 Syllables n everybody like "my god"
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English

Muhf*cka wannabe a bully nah nah
That's my job my god 9th grade I had A
Homie missin an iPod I found out Who had it n told him
But he was Foldin so I jogged
All the way the 9th block he ain't even Ask me to but why not
F*ck it ill go get your iPod mines lost N I'm only doin this
Becuz I BEEN Scheming for reasons to take that Same mother f*ckers high tops
Those would look better tied tossed On a power line over my block
Five block
You ain't tickin nothin off but my Watch
It's a Rolex don't stress sigh..ahhh White dawg on a bike not a peddle
I Got throttle n a pint sauce BACK With the right thoughts
I'm packin' a Pipe bomb with zyklon you wiping Up pinsol
It's for you wife aw bet the Bitch suck another mother f*cker Dick
When the lights off I could tell You who but it's not my job
Vroom Vroom Wearin fly socks yellow Outline Fox jersey
Or I'm shirtless but You know I f*ckin ride dawg
Anybody wanna race wanna battle Wanna roast all you gotta do is cry
Yall
Why the f*ck am I here
Drivin drunk I don't care got the Finest Dutch in my ear
Hiding under my hair bout to light it
Up like f*ck yeah
Fight dawg I could fight y'all like Tonight y'all drop a pin where you Like dawg
F*ck a gun f*ck a knife nah comin For my life y'all better bring all that
Plus insight hah right wrong? write Wrongs thru my songs
Then I take it To the scion practice for nights
Im Burnin the battery out im keepin the Lights on why not
Ain't nobody that you know who Could flow that white hot
Just admit you bitches I'm sick the Disses let me thru
I'm gettin pissed I'm bout to snap if I don't f*ckin mic Drop
Ima go from i aw
To aw I
Y'all try come at me n all die
Thought my
Bars white-hott THEN? THEN you Better be ready becaudrnoff
I'm off White and back on that pot pipe just Got my Dirtbike
If I'm not on it Circlin everybody or workin I'm Betting money I'm jottin rhymes
Stuck at a stop sign but nowadays I Nod I do it to the beat f*ck the tar I
Came too mother f*ckin far why
Can't y'all get it with the same tools
For real dawg why? Should I ask god Why?
F*ck no dumb-ass thats you That's your... agency
F*ck a disease that's make believe
N I was using heroin n crack on the Daily b intravenously- im not just Saying things
I don't really give a f*ck what crazy Things you claimed you seen know Why bitch?
We the samest thing
Use Wake n think
I need H to breath
Wait, you see
I said THINK after wake I mean
The word THINK implies I had a Brain agreed?
It's a conscious decision take aim at Me
This that
New flow III flew ova USONA you Saw it 2 points of blue roll in 2 sodas Droppin
Few hulks to soothe over use soma DUDE DONT
It-don't-do-it so truthful know you Should throw spoons n dope-to-me Oh-do-it
I'll take-good care- of all that better Fall back
Fore these shots blast shorty stops Plans when I call that
Non strap ball cap with the ballkamp Gloves ball camp thugs with the bat
For the cars glass yuh
All black lungs
Dag nab punk
Ima dog nam cuff
Say it backwards ima god man f*ck
Uhh
Tryna flow for hours off mourning Glory
Line the coke up now, smoke your Loud n ima show you stories
I don't Slow it hold on now we're goin for it
Y'all like when Ichop?
Multi not more than a simple 2 Syllables n everybody like "my god"
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