intro (unbothered) - lil blade lyrics
[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
ya dig?
ha
[verse]
yeah, rollin’ up while i drive, let the benz ride
twenty*one, i made ten bands ten times
twenty*two, done probably spent that sh*t ten times
n*ggas still pillow talkin’, sleepin’ on the twin*size
i don’t even chase hoes, boy, this b*tch bad
i still wanna f*ck, yeah, with her thick ass
used to go to jugg school, now i’m in a chem’ class
left the crib with all my chains on, got my b*tch mad
i don’t even care to be in rap n*ggas’ pictures
i ain’t even blew yet, f*ckin’ rap n*ggas’ b*tches
yeah, i rap ’cause i can, you n*ggas rap to get attention
in the kitchen wrappin’ ‘bows, left my scale in the kitchen, n*gga
ice cubes in the watch, not them crushed up diamonds
i ain’t even care, that’s where you f*cked up lyin’
tried to play me, now you f*cked up cryin’
just got drunk with a b*tch, now i’m f*cked up flyin’
n*ggas know my name good, and my hoes bad
try to play with a boss, i might get toe tagged
white 10, four chains, ain’t got no swag
yeah, blow a n*gga while i drive, hope i don’t crash
b*tch think i care, i’m unbothered like a motherf*cker
get ’em in, get ’em gone, d*mn, i know my plug love me
love money, not hoes, all these hoes love money
bougie*ass n*gga, ho couldn’t get a hug from me
pretty b*tch, good brain, but i got her dumb for me
boy think he gettin’ off flexin’ with the plug money
yeah, i do this sh*t for real, n*gga, f*ck rappin’
finna cop an airplane, n*gga, f*ck trashin’
say i’m always doin’ somethin’, got ’em like how?
young n*gga iced up, got the b*tches like, “wow”
how much you want for it, baby girl? i got a thou’
yeah, breakin’ down pounds, got me smellin’ like loud
yeah, somewhere off the coast where it ain’t no grass
just rocks and palm trees, now my sh*t full of sand
stayed for a month and made so many bands
might get back to this sh*t, he go and drop me a lamb’
tried to play me like i ain’t me, get him out of here
talkin’ petty numbers with blade, sh*t, that’s prada fare
only reason i ain’t left the d is ’cause my mama there
fur inside the guccis, got ’em lookin’ like koala bears
can’t even feel my neck, so many chains on my sh*t
leave some room for the hoes, all these lames on my d*ck
you in the club trickin’ off, i get paid for my sh*t
you thirty with the same watch, should be ashamed of your wrist, b*tch
(good lookin’, dnell)
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