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letra de bliss - bob waist & james amaker ll

[intro: bob waist & jah loso]
nah, nah, nah, nah
yeah, yeah, nah, nah, nah
mhm, yeah, yeah, mhm, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: jah loso]
she gon’ give me toppings, like it’s mother f-ckin’ pizza
i walked in the mall and i swiped out on a visa
i’m tryna paint her face, i ain’t talkin’ mona lisa
get her number, f-ck her one night, and then i leave her
they see me blowin’ up, now they askin’ for features
i never had nothin’, i came from the bottom
told my brothers, once i make it, yeah, you know i got ’em
we see an opp, wet him up, just like a f-ckin’ spot
and yeah, i copped, yeah, i took it off the lot
i ain’t never had nothin’ so i’m shootin’ to the top
and i don’t play with these n-ggas, no, i ain’t nice
and i feel like rod wave ’cause my heart is all on ice
yeah, yeah, and she gon’ f-ck me off that f-ckin’ perc
got that 4-5 with the glock, we gon’ make a n-gga twerk
and these n-ggas all b-tches, i swear they need some skirts
and they call me lil uzi, the way i spit my vert, ay

[verse 2: bob waist]
talk ’bout trendin’, i’m poppin’, people gon’ hate regardless
but my sound the one they jockin’
she wanna f-ck, did i hit? no comment
i don’t rep no gang, no set, but best believe i’m about that action
he wanna talk that thing, he’ll talk that thing, i might have to pop his back in
i get bands, okay, put ’em in the safe
i know he ain’t real, i cannot relate
how the f-ck you feel? how the f-ck you feel? babe
that boy still ain’t doin’ sh-t and think it’s how the game goes
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, ay, wait on me, no, no, no, no, ay
that’s something she can’t do, can i put my trust in you? ooh

[verse 3: james amaker ll]
since i was a jit, you used to always do me dirty
i would give you love and you would always give me heartache
came in with the waist on jah so now they call me two face
said you’d never leave but now you’re switchin’ shades like kim k
but tell me why, you’ve been runnin’ from the lights
cross my heart and hope to die, i’ve been fienin’ for your time
always come protected cause i’m stayin’ with the wits
i said i pulled up with the diaper bag and i ain’t talkin’ sh-ts
said i “ran up on him with the knife” and i ain’t talkin’ swiss
i said i love you but you broke my heart, just like a f-ckin’ stick
i must be playin’ baseball ’cause the way i swing and miss
it’s like i’m on a playground, put the ring around my wrist
put us 3 on a track, it’s like a three and then we swish
you said you loved me back but i guess ignorance is bliss
so, tell me why, you’ve been runnin’ from the lights
cross my heart and hope to die, i’ve been fienin’ for your time
so, tell me why, you’ve been runnin’ from the lights
cross my heart and hope to die, i’ve been fienin’ for your time

[outro: bob waist]
no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no
no, no, no
no, no
no

- bob waist james amaker ll

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