Flippa T & DJ Chose - Blokt

P Crisco got that heat, boy
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Block his ass ho, block his ho
He ain't nothin' but a broke, toxic ass ho
Block his ass ho, block his ass ho
Fuck that nigga, he ain't shit, don't be sad, hoe
I block you, block your mama, and I block your pastor too
Can't nobody tell me shit, bitch
Who the fuck is you? F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
I'm that bitch I thought you knew
If he doin' bitch shit, tell him he a bitch too
Don't be mad at that bitch, girl
Bitch get ghost, get a bag on that bitch, girl
That's when they miss you most
Be outside, have fun, you ain't gotta be discreet
Before I take his ass back, I scoot my coochie across concrete(skrrt)
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
If I had me some tweezers, I'd fuckin' pluck that nigga, ayy
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Cousin seen him in the club, man, he fuckin' snuck that nigga, ayy
Block his ass ho, block his ass ho
He ain't nothin' but a broke, toxic ass ho
Block his ass ho, block his ass ho
Fuck that nigga, he ain't shit, don't be sad, hoe
Yeah, fuck that bitch and block her
She just a bopper, ayy, shawty be breakin' niggas
Newsflash, I had to stop her
Her friend bad with a lot of ass, had to swap her
She ask me for a Chanel bag, I block her, after I popped her
Her first nigga ain't want her
Her last nigga ain't want her
Her baby daddy ain't want her
Damn, shawty out here homeless
Be careful what you fuckin' on
Cause that bitch'll fuck your homies
She call me, she probably think I'm roaming
But really, I had to block her ass, bro
Block her ass, bro
She ain't nothin' but a broke, toxic ass hoe
Block her ass, bro
Block her ass, bro
Shawty fine, she got ass, but that bitch slow
I block her, block her mama
And I block her sister too
They act like angels, think they better
But they really ran through, I told my nigga
Block her ass, bro
Block her ass, bro
She ain't nothin' but a broke, toxic ass hoe
One time, I blocked a nigga
And he contact me on email
He message me on Yahoo
And he message me on Gmail
You niggas really soft
Y'all be actin' like some females
Now us bitches standin' up
Like we workin' fuckin' retail
Niggas got a bitch bent
Talm bout keep the pussy on lock
Whole time, he for the streets, dick
Shootin' like a new Glock
What comes around, goes around
Bitch, like a clock
I let your opp eat my pussy
And you got your ass blocked
Block his ass, ho
Block his ass, ho
He ain't nothin' but a broke, toxic ass ho
Block his ass, ho
Block his ass, ho
Fuck that nigga, he ain't shit
Don't be sad, ho
Yeah, that's why they call me
Flippin' motherfuckin' teeth
Cause I'ma talk my shit
I'ma tell y'all, bitch, you had it
This what that nigga gon' hear when he call
Bitch, you blocked, ho
On me

Written by:
Norman Payne, Terranesha Bell

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