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letra de bad jay - blackout - society of alumni

[intro]

(bounce)
yeah, uh uh uh uh
(check it yo)
uh uh uh uh
(yo listen)
uh uh uh uh
(lighter sparking)

[first verse]

(yo, check it) now when the sky’s low
let’s take a night stroll
tight – flows capture the moment just like a slide show (ooh)
mind over matter im being mindful
i slide thru then give you this loving that what the vibe do (uh)
got big dreams baby they xxl
now let’s inhale this potent
that my best friend sells
we in the moment you should own it
girl just be yourself
they see the flows and try and clone em’
bet they sh-t won’t sell (nope)
gifted with the words we working
hear the engine nothing less than a german (skr)
blowing up like insurgents
promoters show money i earnt it
you n-ggas slow money you learning
(sh-t whats da plan now)
hit the atm and draw the cash out
ya chickie calling me i blow her back out
broke n-ggas buying loubs, punch da metre you dont want no black out
i hit the reefer with sabrina, almost made me black out…
(like d-mn) you know i black out
30 deep looking like a blackout
so tell these n-ggas stand down
fl!ck the rubber band, pull the cash out
we in the motherland
im coming back looking black out (lets take em there)

[bridge]

uh uh uh, we need some j dilla
dim the lights she wanna ace in her
sipping liquor yeah dat ace in her
figure 8 figure
there’s 8 of us we need the stage bigger

[second verse]

promoters bugging
might draw for sutten and phone a cousin
cause a rucus when we coming
slanging d-ck from brikky to junction
skinny mc’loving, she preeing the suttm’
we got the munchies just preeing the toppings
tell me how do you want it… (sh-t uh)
you know i black out
p-ss the weed around put the f-g out
ain’t popping molly we ain’t tryna spazz out
you talking money sh-t pull a bag out
a couple years i’ll probably pull a jag out
ain’t nothing funny
see we was low lives stuck in the gully
shotting curry trynna dodge the undies
deez n-ggas bummy man i know dey hungry
da game’s f-cked man da game be ugly
you barely know me how da f-ck you love me

[chorus]

see pyrex to get da measurements right
scr-pe the yola with the edge of the knife
i be a legend for life
was in the telly watching telly at night
late night with david letterman vibes

[third verse]

see pardon me for undressing ya wife
i guess she like how i rhyme
i spit them lines that be undressing ya mind
the remedy we blowing cess in the night
brown liquor guess is hennessy time
she a hennessy dime, she ain’t ready that’s aight
just keep the beat rocking
shouts dza and pete rockin (what) this hip-hop
we spit bars they eaves – dropping
h-lla d’s clocking, bodies dropping we need coffins
we ain’t seen nothing been on the run for 3 summers
my n-gga hit a l!ck and hit the mosque after
did wudu and washed it off after
we misguided but a lot smarter
we been deprived and we ain’t got fathers
if life’s a test then we ain’t got answers

[last chorus]

pyrex to get the measurements right
scr-pe the yola with the edge of the knife
i’ll be a legend for life
was in the telly watching telly at night
late night with david letterman vibes
if you don’t get me that’s alight…
pyrex to get the measurements right
scr-pe the yola with the edge of the knife
i’ll be a legend for life
was in the telly watching telly at night
late night with david letterman vibes
if you don’t get me that’s aiight (sh-ttt)

- society of alumni

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