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blicky (original) - octavian lyrics

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[verse 1: octavian]
grab my gun then slide on a p*ssy n*gga
i will not run nor’ hide from a p*ssy n*gga
i’m the murder man (ayy), uzi man (okay)
essie man (yeah), uzi man
tattoo on my face, gold on my chain (my chain)
i don’t want her name, i change her last name (her name)
i put in work, go check my net worth (go ‘head o)
i don’t get messy, but i do the dirt (i said it’s f*cking payday motherf*cker)
okay, just*

[chorus: octavian & 21 savage]
pass the lizzy (yeah), pass the glizzy (ooh)
pass the bucky (yeah), pass the tekky (okay)
ayy, i don’t know where the f*ck you’re from, but i’ll find out
tell gang, book a seven seater and we’ll
pass your opp (yeah), pass the blocky (ooh)
pass the cops (tease), pass the shotty (okay)
you claim that you’re a tough guy i know you’re lyin’
i know your block better than you, so why you hidin? (21, 21)
[verse 2: 21 savage & headie one]
i be on the block, like a lineman (21, 21)
i done took more jewelry than a pirate (on god)
we like models, cars and cash, but we violent (21)
glizzy with the switch, i am looking for my rival (p*ssy)
got his baby mama suckin on my private (p*ssy)
he told the police everything, we call him diary
none of my opps ain’t never scoped, them n*ggas lyin’ (on god)
big 4l, that equal gun smoke and siren (on god)
(yoo, hun)

[verse 3: headie one]
opps still try test temperaments
from doing drills to fashion, we ldm
gucci, bought ten, might step in for more
i might go blow a bag out of boredom
i left my new ho, for my new ho
she taught me awful sh*t, make no tutorial
i got that call, unannounced [?] after two shows
i pull up my trackie and i left with blue b*lls (su*su*suh)
might step in, twenty on me, maybe fenty on me
big drip splashy on me, lenny henry on me
bad b*tch come to the niz, i got plenty on me
she play it right, then she might end up in a penty’, probably

[refrain: octavian]
okay, grab my gun then slide on a p*ssy n*gga
i will not run nor’ hide from a p*ssy n*gga
i’m the murder man, uzi man, ooh
ak man, k!ll a man, yeah
[chorus: octavian]
pass the lizzy (flash), pass the glizzy (give me that)
pass the bucky (ayy, give it), pass the bl!cky (okay)
ayy, i don’t know where the f*ck you’re from, but i’ll find out
tell gang, book a seven seater and we’ll
pass your opps (splash), pass the blocky (ooh)
pass your glock (yeah), pass the glocky (splash)
you claim that you’re a tough guy i know you’re lyin’
i know your block better than you, so why you hidin?

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