Roadblock

Lyrics

Woo, uh
 Slim waist, big bum
 Rolex Datejust
 Said she's got a man, so what
 My wrist froze, ice block
 Six car convoy, roadblock
 Why the ugly ones always gotta cockblock
 Went platinum, still on the block
 I won't fuck if her energy's off
 Apart from money, a nigga needs love
 Apart from shank, also use guns
 Apart from weed, kids don't do drugs
 Apart from coke, my nigga sell drugs
 I love my girl but her problem poor
 I was in the streets, you ain't in streets
 She sent me her postcode
 'Cause she in the streets
 (She sent me her postcode
 'Cause she in the streets)
 She said she got a man, heard that before
 She still hit it raw on my bedroom floor
 I feel sorry for her main man, cool guy
 Does he know what his girl's doing in Dubai
 Anyway, life's fucked, we turn up
 Invest in defense, that's cash on a glock
 Shit, still turning up the block
 From the block to the top of the pops
 Slim waist, big bum
 Rolex Datejust
 Said she's got a man, so what
 My wrist froze, ice block
 Six car convoy, roadblock
 Why the ugly ones always gotta cockblock
 Went platinum, still on the block
 I won't fuck if her energy's off
 She had them beads on her waist, it was hypnotizing
 Ass so fat we had to sneak her thighs in
 Chew my earlobe like she Mike Tyson
 Babygirl, I hope you know I don't like fighting
 I keep it in my notes but still need reminding
 Most of my niggas still on the block grinding
 Demon time 'cause she satanic
 Do him like Kodak, I might snipe him
 Real Ghana boy, they call me Akwei
 I scoop her from her friend like "We'll be back, chale"
 I push the D in, have her screaming out "Adjei!"
 Look, long dreads, big waps, she love all of that
 Operate the frontline, I'm the quarterback
 He was tweaking till he turned into a quarter pack
 Six figures, rich drillers
 Nod my head and watch my little brother slaughter that
 Slim waist, big bum
 Rolex Datejust
 Said she's got a man, so what
 My wrist froze, ice block
 Six car convoy, roadblock
 Why the ugly ones always gotta clockblock
 Went platinum, still on the block
 I won't fuck if her energy's off
 She just wanna sex me and spend my money
 I just wanna eat banku and smoke on Cali
 Don't worry about my friend over there in that bally
 He's a good yute but he turned one Cali
 Anywhere, I got to have it, it's a habit
 Stage show, award show, you know we brang it
 And lately I been feeling myself
 Name a girl I can't bag, I bet I pull up and I bag it
 If you lean on me, you might learn something
 She keep calling me Black Jesus
 If you come with me, I go make you cum
 Pull out game sweet, I don't want no bump
 I don't slow down, fuck a speed bump
 My own president, no, I don't mean Trump
 Need therapy for my brain burst
 This not therapy, no this are just words
 Yo, I was done before the night done
 Still on action when I'm off set
 I don't play fair cah there's no rules
 Your next caption was my old moves
 Live most of my life off brand
 I'm capable of anything, I don't think you understand
 Fuck her in the pool and I can't even swim
 Her ass is so fat but the waist so thin
 Slim waist, big bum
 Rolex Datejust
 Said she's got a man, so what
 My wrist froze, ice block
 Six car convoy, roadblock
 Why the ugly ones always gotta cockblock
 Went platinum, still on the block
 I won't fuck if her energy's off
 

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Duration
03:53
Key
1
Tempo
104 BPM

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