CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Posted on the Block
Posted on the block b*t*h
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*t*h
Hottest n***as in the spot clique
This Glock don't gotta lock switch
B*t*h I'm posted on the block b*t*h
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*t*h
Hottest n***as in the spot clique
Turn this b*t*h into a mosh pit yeah yeah
And I'm still thuggin'
I could have all my n***as wit me but I'm still clutchin'
I guess this lil b*t*h gotta n***a but she still suckin'
He could catch us knockin' boots, I'm still bussin
Yeah I'm still bussin
You ah never hit the road n***a
You gone fold n***a
You talk in italics, imma bold n***a
Them drugs do the trick for the moment
I don't only love you just when I'm rollin'
Big 4's and L's it's apart of my slogan
Superman pill, I flex like Hulk Hogan
You ain't never hit rock bottom
You ain't never felt a way causе the cops got em
Shoes cost ya rеnt hell yeah I still bought em
She said she really love a n***a oh we gotta problem
Been living like this before the music even popped off
Been getting head til' the b*t*h blow my socks off
Tapri Grams:
Baby get on d**k and gon' and pop it
I can turn this b*t*h into a mosh pit
That lil' b*t*h up on the c*ckpit
Baby wanna ride, don't wanna stop it
I could turn that coochie to a top end
F**ked that lil b*t*h, now that b*t*h she on some nonsense
??
I can't go without you if you boppin'
Big fonky in that field with that chopstick
??
Beat that block hot with the mopstick
Once she go out like a rider ain't no option
We done make a couple mill up on that block b*t*h
I done f**ked the baddest hoes up on that block b*t*h
We don't f**k wit suckas they ain't locked in
All eyes on me like a Pac b*t*h
[Hook]
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*t*h
Hottest n***as in the spot clique
This Glock don't gotta lock switch
B*t*h I'm posted on the block b*t*h
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*t*h
Hottest n***as in the spot clique
Turn this b*t*h into a mosh pit yeah yeah
And I'm still thuggin'
I could have all my n***as wit me but I'm still clutchin'
I guess this lil b*t*h gotta n***a but she still suckin'
He could catch us knockin' boots, I'm still bussin
Yeah I'm still bussin
You ah never hit the road n***a
You gone fold n***a
You talk in italics, imma bold n***a
Them drugs do the trick for the moment
I don't only love you just when I'm rollin'
Big 4's and L's it's apart of my slogan
Superman pill, I flex like Hulk Hogan
You ain't never hit rock bottom
You ain't never felt a way causе the cops got em
Shoes cost ya rеnt hell yeah I still bought em
She said she really love a n***a oh we gotta problem
Been living like this before the music even popped off
Been getting head til' the b*t*h blow my socks off
Tapri Grams:
Baby get on d**k and gon' and pop it
I can turn this b*t*h into a mosh pit
That lil' b*t*h up on the c*ckpit
Baby wanna ride, don't wanna stop it
I could turn that coochie to a top end
F**ked that lil b*t*h, now that b*t*h she on some nonsense
??
I can't go without you if you boppin'
Big fonky in that field with that chopstick
??
Beat that block hot with the mopstick
Once she go out like a rider ain't no option
We done make a couple mill up on that block b*t*h
I done f**ked the baddest hoes up on that block b*t*h
We don't f**k wit suckas they ain't locked in
All eyes on me like a Pac b*t*h
[Hook]
