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spiritual ritual - yung blaza lyrics

[intro]
yea (infinitely)

[hook]

lyrical miracle
it come with a spiritual ritual
oh, what a feeling
i came here to give you a healin’
thou shall not stealeth
cut his hand if he get caught stealin’
thou shall not k!ll ’em
gotta forgive me, cause i can’t stop k!llin’

[verse 1]

and i got a thing for wh0r-s (wh0r-s)
that don’t got a thang for boys (boys)
i gotta habit for flexin’ on n-ggas but nah (nah)
that ain’t what i came here for
pack so loud my n-gga, i literally bring the noise (yeah)
my haters got alot to be thankful for (huh)
my name in they mouth ’til they get canker sores
yah i turnt the summer to numbers (numbers)
turnt a let down to a come up (yah)
took a l and rolled a blunt up (yah)
beat them charges like a drummer
it’s crazy ‘cuz what i’m armed wit
really look like a leg (look like a leg)
facin’ fruit by the foot, n-gga
like a kick in the head (a kick in the head)
ya born, ya eat, ya sleep, ya sh-t
repeat then ya dead (repeat then ya dead)
left the streets and got in the books, man
just to stay out the feds (stay out the feds)
the dough comin’, i be road runnin’
talkin’ mo money like a bird man
take a #2 on ya the #1 stunna to keep sh-t one hunna (yah, yah)

[hook]

[verse 2]

i knew you since the rock bottom (yeah)
but n-gga you still a jabroni
how you switch how you snitch on ya homies? (huh)
how you n-ggas been b-tch since saucony’s (what)
pay for the p-ssy in counterfeit money (yeahh)
i’m a natural born fineye’
i done had so many b-tches on replay (replay)
got my b-tch and ya b-tch on a three way
put my man on that sh-t that’s a remix (remix)
drop the top on the whip show some cleavage (t-tties)
since a fetus i been on some g sh-t (yah)
boy, i couldn’t take a loss if you cheated (haha)
you reachin’ you think i ain’t beastin’ (what)
wit two b-tches that sza on the weekend (yah)
gleaming with more carrots than a vegan
skrrt, skrrt like venus and serena (skrrt, skrrt)
if you know how to rob then you got a job
you ain’t the plug you just got a charge
n-gga, how you hard you ain’t got no scars?
i live for today to get to tomorrow
lesbian b-tch and she thick as toccara
she want me to kick it. i’m steven seagal
yah i’m like hiya!
walk in the bank like haha!
my middle name is dolla
ya baby call me dada (dada)
spittin’ that flame i’m fiya
i’m a balla you can just look at the car above the rim like tires
ya girl a trick like “voila” (voila)
n-gga, please don’t get hot you might get shot
f-ck a round feel that pop pop
there go the cops
f-ck em
pop pop pop pop

[hook]

- yung blaza lyrics

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