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blah! - raykaz, fuse lyrics

[verse 1: fuse]
22 goin’ on 23
n*ggas can’t f*ck with the better me
i’ma need a bottle of the hennesy
i’ma need a model with a pedigree
i don’t give a d*mn what you tellin’ me
i don’t give a d*mn what you sellin’ me
i don’t give a d*mn (no) * i don’t give a d*mn ’bout a felony
pull up on a n*gga voluntarily, chopper get to singin’ that melody (brrr!)
say hi to the kennedys for us
she gon’ be mine by the end of the chorus
pickin’ her up in a big body benz
hop in the yams and i feel like a tourist
breakin’ her back and i feel no remorse
of course she only gon’ f*ck me because of the porsche
i know the game (okay!)
…you meet the dame (okay!)
…you entertain (okay!)
…and then divorce (now tell ’em what it is!)
ma sports, waiketa?
kubvira ndichiri mupfana ndaipedza
musikana wa(bleep) anoziva zvek*medza
asi anonetsa…anoda hembe dzekupfeka
arikuda kublesswa, but i ain’t with the sh*ts
i ain’t into buyin’ no bags, no shoes or whips
i ain’t even payin’ for tips
if you want food, better work for the bills, lil b*tch!
[verse 2: raykaz]
24 goin’ on 25
26 bars from a genocide
26 cars, better recognise
k’ll run through lettin’ pellets fly
ray’ll come through with the glen aside
yo…po’ it up (heuh)
…po’ it up (heuh)
ho*hol’up…slow it up! (yee!)
gotta let the sweet taste simmer
only thing that me chase liquor (a*heum!)
give the beat sp*ce (let it breathe), comin’ like the free state k!ller
where the briefcase? dollar*billie jeans placed inner
way my g’s think * gotta make at least eight figures
never cheap skate, spend it like a b*day dinner
she a sweet face, and she brought petite waist with her
give her meat steak while i’m gettin’ cheesecake, n*gga
that’s a fair cut, if he make a mi*stake k!ll him!
why my hair cut lookin’ like the replay center?
…highlights, b*tch!
earpiece lookin’ like twilights, b*tch!
watch frame like a new phone * no numbers
neckpiece blingin’ like skylight, b*tch!
mom say triple these bands i leave so the resource never come finite, b*tch!
martin scorces’ with a hunnit mill film fund still couldn’t tell you ’bout my life, b*tch! (hoo!)
b*tch! (heuh!)
[hook: raykaz]
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
blah*bababa! (blaow!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
blah*bababa! (blaow!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
doo doo*doo*doo! (doo!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (heum!)

[verse 3: raykaz and fuse]
i need another f*ckin’ soda…to go with my ciroc
i need another colour rover…to pull up on a opp like i’m the motherf*ckin’ yoda
the crew be like a top, it’s on my motherf*ckin’ shoulders
a movie on ya broad, she let me cut then it was over
her b00bie on my crotch, i got her cuddlin’ the b*n*r
if fusey on, it’s locked * you know my brother come the coldest
my n*ggas only pull up in the beamers and the rovers
convoy deeper than the muh’f*ckin’ potus
‘course all the hoes gone notice
are you stupid? are you dumb? which one?
pick one
need a chick with a big bum
big gun in the whip, make a b*tch run!
ray ain’t the one that you wanna get riled up
he get to poppin’, then bodies on bodies get piled up
sh*t could get spooky
you get a gunnin’ down in your suzuki
we in the…cotton*candy colour*coated coupe
place a bounty price up on the roof (off with it’s top!)
‘pagne poppin’, sip it like it’s juice
blow some paperwork and then recoup!
n*ggas steady lyin’ in the booth
’bout the sh*t they buyin’, we need proof
they be pourin’ henny for the pain
kenny put a endin’ to they blues
[hook: raykaz and fuse]
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
blah*bababa! (blaow!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
blah*bababa! (blaow!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (blah!)
doo doo*doo*doo! (doo!)
blah! (blah!)
blah! (blah! blah!)
blah! (heum!)

- raykaz fuse lyrics

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