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lirik lagu tanboys - on da block

[hook: ohla]
fucking with my re-up, go and grab my heater
shoot him from the feet up, lay his -ss down
fucking with my re-up, go and grab my heater
shoot him from the feet up, lay his -ss down
‘cause i be on the block with it
i be on the block with it, ay
i be on the block with it
i be on the block with it, ay
i be on the block

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
b-tch, what? bamz who? that ain’t the tan crew
got a lot of bullets that would love to sedate you
love to erase you, get the point, number two
never throw subliminals, bricks for the minimal
never do what others do, i be posted
with a bad -ss b-tch that’d keep me open
she keep it rolling, we smoking for so long with it
keep her moaning, she tell me i’m so strong with it
got me so hypnotized, i make c-m with it
steady bang on my chest, i’m king kong with it
i be knowing what’s goody and what’s wrong with it
if you’re selling or dubbing i’m so involved with it, get low
(get low) clean like a ’64
dollar from a nickel, attack like tic toe
bamz, young don to my side boo
crips on crenshaw, bloods on piru

[verse 2: bonnie b]
big mami, better grab a seat
live from the streets and my sound unique (aowee)
niggas kiss the ring and m-ssage my feet
or spit shit, only play for keeps
niggas try and disrespect? lay ’em down
hand in hand, serving the fiends in playgrounds
what nigga? what nigga?
my uncle got sixteen years, he the plug nigga
c-ke, molly, xans, weed, bonnie b got what you need
serving juvenile, five hundred degrees
paranoia, watching feds in the [?]
pour a lil henny for my niggas that’s deceased
groupies in my ovaries, tell ’em, “let me be”
they be on some shit that you couldn’t believe
nigga talk about he ain’t wanna see me
only way you seeing me is if you eating me

[verse 3: lil eto]
down the road, niggas know my set
i order a half a man and that’s c-ka theft
heard niggas looking for me, get lower i guess
now i’m six hours away out in ohla’s rest
my block get the cream, dollar dollar bill
my boy pops is a fiend, i know how he feels
straight from the mountain bike to hopping out of wheels
was making a thousand a night, tomorrow i’ma chill
don’t be fucking with your re-up
fucking with maria
that b-tch gon’ take you to the cleaners
i know, i know
mo’ money, mo’ murder
i ain’t out of work-a
likely the guy to serve ya
i know, i know

[verse 4: kanary black]
them tan flags match my tan bricks
barely pay attention, if you don’t talk my language
stuffing the wax papers with the dope in the hamptons
yeah the dope cut like it need a bandage
yeah dirty money better than no money, my nigga
why you think i’m on the block with it? work in the sock with it
there’s no doubt that he’s a problem
and my niggas from el barrio ain’t had a rock, looking like spanish harlem
before i got the pack i had to grip the flow
all this money coming, i forget the hoes
i got something for niggas if they press the bros
two bulldogs, no leash, i just let ’em go
d-mn, that’s the overk!ll
some of us gotta trap, some of us gotta deal
some of us gangbang still play the field
hold the steel, not a good idea if you start the grill

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