BlocBoy JB - No Velcro lyrics

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BlocBoy JB - No Velcro lyrics

[Intro] Told that n***a he can eat the taco with motherf**in' ayy (huh?) I told that n***a he can eat the taco with one hand, not f**in' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) And I, okay, hold up, yeah (word word word) Hold up, hey, hold up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah [Verse] East side crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred) Pull up on a n***a, pop him like a penicillin (word, word, word) Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), take a n***a children (that's on my mama) I don't give a f**, b**h I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah yeah) b**h I need them commas, b**h I'm on the comeup (come up) Your b**h on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up) Dick up in her tonsils (she slurpin') I be kicking sh** like a punter (punter) It's eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner) I got your b**h wet like my j**elry (wet wet) Everywhere I go, don't need security (no security) A n***a grew a beard, that's maturity (that's maturity) Now everywhere I go, all these b**h n***as fearin' me (hoes) b**h it ain't no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word) I just sold a bow of weed in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah) No janitor I got the keys, no ocean I'm the C (yeah yeah yeah) And I be ballin', ain't no coaching me (word) You stylin', you ain't close to me (close) Musical chairs, sit your a** down (sit your a** down) I felt like I retired when I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah) Say you wanna jack, well I'm finna beat your a** now (what's up?) Treat you like a blunt, watch how quick I get him pa**ed down (gas gas) Walked in the room, I got your b**h with her pants down (with her a** out) I shot that n***a, now he six feet in some sand now (n***a he dead) I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now) I don't think these p**y n***as stand a chance now (stand a chance now) Really eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie b**h I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka, really Bananas in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle), illy He tried to rob me but I had a chopper, silly [Outro] Yeah, yeah, he's silly n***a tried to pop me, n***a ate a wheelie Tabo in this b**h and he acting real silly CB in this b**h and you know it's grippy Grippy, grippy, don't say trippy Forty on my hippy, n***a you'll get drippy Ayy, you can get it b**h, I don't give a f**, ho Pull up with that thirty, smoke your a** like some like some crack though We don't smoke none of, none of that though Get your, get your b**h a** smacked though, ayy And I always keep a f**ing stack ho And my pockets big big, yeah that's a fat ho, ugh Yeah, that's a fat ho And I'm in this b**h leaning like I'm Fat Joe Yeah, yeah, and my heart slow I can't love a b**h 'cause you know my heart cold, b**h Jeepers creepers, scarecrow And a n***a get stomped in some shell toes Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no velcro Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no velcro, b**h

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