BlocBoy JB

"Privacy"

[Intro]
Walked in your hood with the chopper on side of me, I turn your hood to a robbery
(Damn Chop, this sh*t slappin')
Ayy

[Chorus]
Walked in your hood with the chopper on side of me, I turn your hood to a robbery (Robbery)
Two freaky b*tches named Ebony, Ivory, they eatin' parental advisory (They slurpin')
If you say that you love me, b*tch, why would you lie to me? (Huh?)
I guess I'm a blunt, n*ggas want to put fire to me (That's on my mama)
Trap full of birds, my plug like to fly to me
He say that he like the privacy (Privacy)
Walked in your hood with the chopper on side of me, I turn your hood to a robbery (Woah, woah, woah)
Two freaky b*tches named Ebony, Ivory, they eatin' parental advisory (That's on my mama)
If you say that you love me, b*tch, why would you lie to me?
I guess I'm a blunt, n*ggas want to put fire to me (Yeah)
Trap full of birds, my plug like to fly to me (Yeah, yeah)
He say that he like the privacy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Mr. Work-a-b*tch like she get off at six
Three up in the morning, wake her up with the di*k
My jewelry the candyman, got few cuts on my wrist (Froze)
These n*ggas don't stand a chance, everybody hate this (Woah)
I done seen my n*ggas kill his dawg, Mike Vick (Mike)
With these b*tches, I be on and off, light switch (Light)
I had to cut her off, so that's not my b*tch (Nah)
'Cause she bit up on my ear on some Mike Mike sh*t
I remember I was trappin' on the sidekicks
Saw myself gettin' rich like a f*ckin' psychic
I was wearin' n*ggas' clothes, that wasn't even my sh*t
But I still looked fresh as f*ck, and your b*tch liked it, so
b*tch, I'm from Memphis, the city's a go
If it's some tension, my n*gga, let me know
Why I keep a thirty, 'cause it's at least thirty or forty for me to walk up in the door

[Interlude]
Come on now
Y'all know it's Bloc
Word, word
Heard they got Bloc in the house
That n*gga got a whole lot of money, too
For real

[Chorus]
Walked in your hood with the chopper on side of me, I turn your hood to a robbery (Robbery)
Two freaky b*tches named Ebony, Ivory, they eatin' parental advisory (They slurpin')
If you say that you love me, b*tch, why would you lie to me? (Huh?)
I guess I'm a blunt, n*ggas want to put fire to me (That's on my mama)
Trap full of birds, my plug like to fly to me
He say that he like the privacy (Privacy)
Walked in your hood with the chopper on side of me, I turn your hood to a robbery (Woah, woah, woah)
Two freaky b*tches named Ebony, Ivory, they eatin' parental advisory (That's on my mama)
If you say that you love me, b*tch, why would you lie to me?
I guess I'm a blunt, n*ggas want to put fire to me (Yeah)
Trap full of birds, my plug like to fly to me (Yeah, yeah)
He say that he like the privacy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Choppamatics made another one

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