letra de blink - osamason
[intro]
(ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
[chorus]
still pourin’ up—, still pourin’ up two liter
ni-n-gga, i ain’t never give a f-ck, i don’t need her
it’s me and glock in a d-mn two-seater
i-i hit a block and you know that i’m beamin’, yeah
i was turnt up on the weekend
vetements ho, ain’t get back beatin’
i was on the red, lil’ n-gga, i’m schemin’
i want the smoke, lil’ n-gga, i’m cheifin’
and you said you gon’ do what? ye-yeah
i-i’m sendin’ threats like trump, yeah
finna put ’em up in a trunk
my drac’ not doin’ ramadan, eat lunch, yeah
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout all my losses
tell ’em it cost to be a boss
i was on the highway gettin’ ticked off
b-tch, i’m in a two-door, finna lift off
i ain’t even knew i been noddin off
i-i was too geeked up, i ain’t ate
pour-pourin’ up mud, got eighth in my drink
i-i ain’t never been a ho, n-gga, you lame
i been gettin’ racks since i felt that pain
now i got a glock, tryna hand out pain
on a ran down, n-gga, i ain’t think
me and my twin don’t f-ckin’ blink
[verse]
i was gettin’ racks, ho, your pockets sank
i was out spinnin’, i was goin’ insane
”whe-where everybody went?” i don’t know
n-gga tryna rock, boy, you insane
everywhere i go, i gotta keep my pole
ho-ass n-gga, think sh-t a game
i’m turnin’ that lil’ sh-t up, i’m leanin’
cuffed in a four-door truck
ni-n-gga, i ain’t tryna take no photo, y-ye-yeah
me-me and my twin finna get geeked up
yeah, i been [?] flood
n-gga, can’t get no love, nah
i was tryna get you gone, yeah
knew that [?] zone
leave a boy bad on [?]
n-gga tried to do me bad, he dumb
brand-new glock and this sh-t go dumb
b-brand-new choppa now, i’m finna go dumb
[chorus]
still pourin’ up—, still pourin’ up two liter
ni-n-gga, i ain’t never give a f-ck, i don’t need her
it’s me and glock in a d-mn two-seater
i-i hit a block and you know that i’m beamin’, yeah
i was turnt up on the weekend
vetements ho, ain’t get back beatin’
i was on the red, lil’ n-gga, i’m schemin’
i want the smoke, lil’ n-gga, i’m cheifin’
and you said you gon’ do what? ye-yeah
i-i’m sendin’ threats like trump, yeah
finna put ’em up in a trunk
my drac’ not doin’ ramadan, eat lunch, yeah
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout all my losses
tell ’em it cost to be a boss
i was on the highway gettin’ ticked off
b-tch, i’m in a two-door, finna lift off
i ain’t even knew i been noddin off
i-i was too geeked up, i ain’t ate
pour-pourin’ up mud, got eighth in my drink
i-i ain’t never been a ho, n-gga, you lame
i been gettin’ racks since i felt that pain
now i got a glock, tryna hand out pain
on a ran down, n-gga, i ain’t think
me and my twin don’t f-ckin’ blink
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