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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBlasian
Them yeah' yeah's overMM, yeah, uh(Deanthony my nigga)SlimeBalmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they assI told you leave 'cause I wasn't readyI couldn't get her out my headThe way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitchSo I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)Pour that drink up, yeah, yeahWit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (hydrocodone)I pop ecstasy yeah, yeahHalf a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)Shawty sassy, yeah, yeahThat's that blasian, yeah, yeahI love that girl to deathShe did some shit that I can't let slideShe know when we slideWe be tearin' up your set, no lieShe know that I got that shitShe want to get away and hideShe not that I don't tolerate no nigga (boom, bow)Hit him with that fireYoung rich nigga wit' a whole lotta criticsBut I can't be mad wit' a whole lotta benjis (let's go)Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (oh, yeah, let's go)Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (they don't know)I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelings (yah)We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)She was just my friend and I whined up hittin' it (that's right)But out me can't get no commitment (that's right)Fendi, Gucci, Louis (and Louis)Gucci, balmain, Prada (and Prada)Bitch tryna test her luck (her what?)Yeah, she want balenciaga (balenciaga)Dirt bike, supreme goggles (go)Saint laurent boots, bike riderYoung nigga totin' that choppaAmiri jeans I'm stylin'Balmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they assI told you leave 'cause I wasn't readyI couldn't get her out my headThe way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitchSo I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)Pour that drink up, yeah, yeahWit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (with hydrocodone)I pop ecstasy yeah, yeahHalf a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)Shawty sassy, yeah, yeahThat's that blasian, yeah, yeahThree lortabs I gave her twoI had five I was gon' takeYaya, what I do to you?What the fuck is it gon' take?Percocet's and off that drinkI might learn another languageTook a xan, now I can't thinkAnd I'm not knowin' where my mind wentI buy my x from the bottomShawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'Society where them people be dyin'I'm in the north where my life on the lineI'm wit' my niggas, everybody got ironBlasian, you know, honey you fineWe not together and she not even tryin'I made her a slime (slatt)Balmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they assI told you leave 'cause I wasn't readyI couldn't get her out my headThe way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitchSo I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)Pour that drink up, yeah, yeahWit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone)I pop ecstasy yeah, yeahHalf a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)Shawty sassy, yeah, yeahThat's that blasian, yeah, yeah
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