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lamb wit lya - blo lyrics

[verse]
spendin’ like double my image
still ain’t got no deal
count a hundred thou’, on my mama
n*gga know how that feel
labels callin’, albums on the table, man, this sh*t gettin’ serious
sh*t gettin’ serious, this my day one, but i gotta cut off some of my peers
i don’t even like ikea, for the kids, go shoppin’ at sears
opps gettin’ caught in the headlights, bet they drop dead like deers
happy as h*ll balenciaga, but i really wanna drop tears
buyin’ designer without a problem, probably name my son amiri
amiri, mike
sent her a text how i love her, replied to the message like, “sike”
stealin’ cars through high school, i ain’t never rode no bike
if i go broke, then i could depend on dogs, 10k, you could take striker
know you runnin’ out of time, you can’t keep playin’ with your life
lied and said i wouldn’t go gamble and lost it all on dice
if we go broke and we don’t make no hit, then we gon’ pool our ice
all that playin’ with my b*tch, boy, you can lose your life
f*ck it, call it tender
ridin’ ’round in a c8, gk eatin’ a chicken tender
turnt in real life, it’s only one time i wear it to dinner
told her get out my life, know she be f*ckin’ on all them n*ggas
now i’m on blogs and pictures, make one call, they scribble
i be enjoyin’ that sh*t, lya just pulled up with liquor
i ain’t sayin’ f*ck a bbl, buy her a bbl, get her thicker
30k, that’s a thou’ easy, pedal, b*tch, you’ll get richer
now it’s two thousand on shoes, go lanvins
i used to walk to the school, they was laughin’
how you doin’? they don’t even ask you
they just want money and percocet pills, expect them a big*ass house on the hills
they just be watchin’ the ig story, deep inside, don’t know how it feel
deep inside, young n*gga twenty thousand, i’m serious, parked on ocean drive
help me escape reality, i don’t even wanna go inside
all of my partners on xanax bars, they brain fried
know they got blo forever, i’ma keep this sh*t alive
don’t give up, just gotta keep goin’
you wastin’ money on balenciagas, you wear ’em one time, i’m already knowin’
tell bg chill, i don’t want the p*ssy, i don’t want the p*ssy these hoes be throwin’
ricky, swiss cheese, ricky, i go owens
switch up, designer my platform
percocet d*ck, got my own p*rn
buy her a b*tt like it’s homegrown, huh
be real, you ain’t really on nothin’
bought me a car, then i stole one, uh
c*ck it back, told ’em to hold one
money ain’t sh*t, i’ll blow some
tell me if you love me, let me know somethin’
let me know
singin’ to you like it’s the old days
shootout broad day, right at the jjs
crackhead pull up in 6362lr post, you already know that’s a fake plate
dope ain’t nothin’, probably sold him some fake yay
i was broke as h*ll, but i ain’t never wore fake j’s
me and my partners, we the new kkk, but we ain’t on none of that weird sh*t
she go to edge and buy pantyhose and post it on instagram, now she a weird b*tch
emo, hahaha, this sh*t was not
scram, another word for a thot
lam’, i’m eatin’ chops at the lot

- blo lyrics

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