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Blasian letra


Them yeah' yeah’s over
Mmm, yeah, uh
(DeAnthony my nigga)
Slime

Balmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that blasian, yeah, yeah

I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can't let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin’ up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get away and hide
She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad wit’ a whole lotta benjis (let's go)
Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (they don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelings (yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)
She was just my friend and I whined up hittin' it (that's right)
But out me can't get no commitment (that's right)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis (and Louis)
Gucci, balmain, Prada (and Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (her what?)
Yeah, she want balenciaga (balenciaga)
Dirt bike, supreme goggles (go)
Saint laurent boots, bike rider
Young nigga totin' that choppa
Amiri jeans I'm stylin'

Balmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (with hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that blasian, yeah, yeah

Three lortabs I gave her two
I had five I was gon' take
Yaya, what I do to you?
What the fuck is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off that drink
I might learn another language
Took a xan, now I can't think
And I'm not knowin' where my mind went
I buy my x from the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'
To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'
Society where them people be dyin'
I'm in the north where my life on the line
I'm wit' my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, you know, honey you fine
We not together and she not even tryin'
I made her a slime (slatt)

Balmain withcho birken bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that blasian, yeah, yeah

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