Channel: Dawin

Category: Music

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Description: "Block" [Performance] by Dawin Follow Dawin: Instagram: instagram.com/dawin Twitter: twitter.com/dawin Facebook: facebook.com/officialdawin Block Lyrics: Chorus When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks, I don’t get no writers block Verse 1 Oh you thought that I was gon’ have one hit I came back and got rich off some dumb shit Sippin Jameson like it’s Sunkist If you want the smoke I’m on my blunt shit My bitch got more class than a student Sitting next to her with a Cuban, aye Got so much designer I hate choosing But I killed the whole fit execution And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf Never thirsty, bitch I’m juicy In my new ghost, looking spooky I’m defensive with my energy, don’t fuck with me I got bitches tryna hang for the luxury I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me Chorus When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks, I don’t get no writers block Verse 2 I been the go and I cannot stop I could feed the block with my catalog Can’t run out of bars it’s a marathon I always delivery like I’m amazon Shawty said I got her paradise Took off her Chanel for my merchandise Yeah she passed the vibe check, check, check Ooo you know everything fresh, fresh, fresh And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf Never thirsty, bitch I’m juicy In my new ghost, looking spooky I’m defensive with my energy, don’t fuck with me I got bitches tryna hang for the luxury I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me Chorus When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks, I don’t get no writers block Verse 3 I was tryna be more disciplined Not be like the rest make a difference Got played like a fucking instrument Truth is they just couldn’t handle something genuine There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move Gotta Blame it on the shit that I been through There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move It ain’t letting me love how I used to Gave it all to these bitches that I brought around My mistake was thinking they would give the same amount Fake shit, nothing but some fake shit, Oo What I thought was special turned out to be basic My sad phase lead to my bad ways I been on this road before I had Waze Still lost with the girl I got When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the block I been through a lot I should hit em with the block I been through a lot I should hit em with the block Cause I been through a lot, aye bitch When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the Block, Block, Block, Block Block, Block, Block, Block Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks, I don’t get no writers block