lookin' - blizzeh lyrics
[intro]
yo, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on over here, yeah!
716 sh-t, b-tch, yuh!
(ay)
yeah… yeah!
[hook]
all these white b-tches look like weight on a scale
lookin’ like a sale, lookin’ like a bell
i don’t give a f-ck about your life like daily mail
you lookin’ like a sale, my name be ringing bells
f-ck tmz, the praying on your downfall
the only way to make it out my city be an outlaw
blend in with the crowd or trap and sell the crowd soft
we don’t dap using left hands, f-ck a south paw
[verse]
all these white b-tches looking like a f-cking lick
only chill with them so i can get a f-ck & lick
hit her wit a stick, yuh hit her with the d-ck
hit it like a lick yelling 716
all my b-tches bald mr. clean in they drawers
they won’t stop b-tching till some soft in they mouf
feed em hard till i’m soft then then i kick em out
i won’t call her back she tryna come up on the clout
f-ck what it cost used to rock some hand-me-down
you scared to take a loss i take ’em like pacquiao
got my face on youtube b-tch look at me now
i make that p-ssy talk like it walk like meowth, ay
all these b-tches look the same they can get up out my lane
i don’t care about the fame i’m just tryna make a name
put a local cat to shame
local cat but i got mange
they try to say my music strange
b-tch! we just not the same
f-ck the population i stay medicated patients in my phone with no relation celebrating all the fakeness
they sleeping on the greatest savage outta salamanca
they say my sh-t is fire but won’t share it till i make it
i’m fighting with my demons drug addiction think i’m playin
f-ck a meeting f-ck a program you won’t see me praying
yeah i’m paying for another way meet my maker satan
yeah i’m pouring out another gram like i’m sick of waiting
[hook]
all these white b-tches look like weight on a scale
lookin’ like a sale, lookin’ like a bell
i don’t give a f-ck about your life like daily mail
you lookin’ like a sale, my name be ringing bells
f-ck tmz, the praying on your downfall
the only way to make it out my city be an outlaw
blend in with the crowd or trap and sell the crowd soft
we don’t dap using left hands, f-ck a south paw
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