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Huncho, I'm on the blocka Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah A power forward, something like Ibaka Pull up, have 'em making noises like Chewbacca, woah (woah, woah) I'm on the blocka (block) Got devil's food, but this ain't Betty Crocker, no I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta) I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet (facts) I watched them spending money on them Prada (Prada) Yeah, I like Prada but the devil likes the Prada too Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun And I don't talk in rooms, unless I feel the room Louis Vuitton, that's why they treat me different I'm with Lucien Clarke, we skating on these bitches Immigrant, I was poor They always treat me different Now, it's bands, galore (yeah) And I can't keep a mistress, and I'm with the cause Not because it's trending and I'll sweep the floors With rappers talking figures and I reap rewards From all this fruit of labor, I would wear Dior But I am not a Christian Huncho, I'm on the blocka (Block) Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah A power forward, something like Ibaka (Ibaka) Pull up, have 'em making noises like Chewbacca, woah (woah, woah) I'm on the blocka (block) Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka) Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka) I like my house gated, I don't really want no neighbors (facts) When their ship was drowning, Huncholini was their savior (sunk) Now they don't behave, I get the Drac' I'm on my worst behavior (worst) Run the cake up, call the waiter, get the bill paid (cash) Finish all your wine, baby, come, let's fuck for leisure (fuck) Come, let's fuck for pleasure (fuck) Fuckin' with my wrist up (wrist) Didn't get a look until I went and got my bread up (cash, cash) Fuck the violations, we put bread down for Ukraine, yeah Get you down while I'm on business, somewhere in Odessa Presser, presser (press, press), get a Vespa They think they sick, I think I'm sicker (I think I'm sicker) Ask Cage, you can ask my breddas (woo) With some pressure got some diamonds, that shit wasn't no pressure Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff, my eyes are redder But I'm fed up, really fed up Rappers turned to cappers, guess we're all in a new era (I'm on the blocka, block), guess we're all in a new era (I'm on the blocka, block), guess we're all in a new era Guess we're all in a new era
Writer(s): Hritik Pattni, Mohammed Hassan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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