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phonix - blaze glossy lyrics

[intro]
beat by land snail
(man li , man like , land snail you know)

[chorus]
punch in i’m collecting these commas
better come correct when you talk to osama
purging and we all about drama
taliban who get drippy, you know where to find
us
sit back yea i got the recliner, baby do ya thing
yea i got the recliner
sit back yea i got the recliner, baby do ya thing
yea i got the recliner
sit back yea i got the recliner, baby do ya thing
yea i got the recliner
four seater five guys
we gon cook еm no fries
come with unlimited ninеs
when i up it ima blow out his mind

[verse 1]
these n*ggas just talk all the time
when i’m aiming for dreads, i don’t miss when
im commiting these crimes
we do the dash, we don’t give a f*ck about
fines
gimme the green light
i ain’t wasting no time
they know i don’t play about mines
all my b*tches baddies, you know that they
dimes
you know they want to bang with the slimes
im f*cking them good and they loving my
rhymes
[verse 2]
these n*ggas get shot by my nine
these n*ggas get rolled all the time
i got ya lil b*tch in the telly and she ass shaken
we get money ain’t no debating
in ring these n*ggas ,ain’t gon make a
statement
i punch him out quick, he gon drop who gon get it shaken
uh
i f*ck his b*tch i love the way she do it
uh
she buss it open wide to my music
uh
they p*ssy in these streets, they know i go
ruthless (they know i go ruthless)
uh (uh)
these n*ggas don’t wanna test me, they know
i’m gon lose it
(they know i’m gon lost it)

[verse 3]
she be sending me kisses, telling me her p*ssy
beating
i f*ck his b*tch, back to back till next weekend
i be drippy fly wearing gucci different seasons
why they hate on me it be for no reason
i still f*ck his b*tch, leave her p*ssy creaming
blazo the flocka yea the top demon
ya b*tch is letting me slap, i be staying on
defense
these n*ggas get put in the ground over the
cement
[outro]
aye
she know i whip my d*ck out i don’t play
don’t get spanked in the ring boy get out my
face
open them socials we gon run it at chase
dump out the nine get hit with the k
speed race tape ya block up and don’t catch a
case

- blaze glossy lyrics

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