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lirik lagu blahblahlbah – cemetery drive

[verse 1 * miles powers]
i been in my seat all day, write and mix and master
we a lively mix of b*st*rds hit the gas like i don’t need a break
sayin’ that we need to talk, walk it then let’s demonstrate
i’ma give my bros a ring in june like this the nba
so we can rec that album, seconds countin’ what you reckon now then?
i reckon i been undermined now this my time i’m shinin’
don’t check the comments, i got burners on the side and i’m a hermit in my hideout
“how that workin’?” workin’ fine man, i been mindin’ mine

[hook * miles powers]
call me b.i.g., i’m a f*ckin’ rap phenomenon
on my wrist is another blah*blah*blah*blah*blah
oh you lit so you rappin’ on and on and on
talk your sh*t but i’m runnin’ now, i’m out i’m gone
call me b.i.g., i’m a f*ckin’ rap phеnomenon
on my wrist is another blah*blah*blah*blah*blah
oh you lit so you talkin’ on and on and on
talk your sh*t but i’m runnin’ now, i’m out i’m gone

[verse 2 * whyandotte]
(hi guys!) evеrybody run!
dottie came back and he got a gun
called that sh*t pneumonia, it’s in your lungs
they say it’s a draco, i’m having fun
that’s what rappers do, right?
money clothes hoes by the magnitude, right?
shooting for the top spot, nonstop, a list
talk about a murder, end up on a playlist
talk about the fam, d*mn, what the f*ck you saying?
that don’t get you no hoes, what the f*ck you playing
if sk!lls sold truth be told, i wouldn’t have a plan to ice myself
at thirty years old, i’m golden!
[verse 3 * atwood]
i been on my sh*t, i been on my tip (ay yuh)
phonin’ up the chick, she gon want the d*ck (ay yuh)
she said keep it in, guess she want some kids
guess she already prolly decided that i’m that f*ckin’ b*tch
i been feeling mean on my queen sh*t
polly only wanted the cracker because he clean with it
know they only coppin’ the capital cuz he kingpinning
yeah the team winnin’ but i love it when they keep winnin’

[hook * miles powers]
call me b.i.g., i’m a f*ckin’ rap phenomenon
on my wrist is another blah*blah*blah*blah*blah
oh you lit so you rappin’ on and on and on
talk your sh*t but i’m runnin’ now, i’m out i’m gone
call me b.i.g., i’m a f*ckin’ rap phenomenon
on my wrist is another blah*blah*blah*blah*blah
oh you lit so you talkin’ on and on and on
talk your sh*t but i’m runnin’ now, i’m out i’m gone

[verse 4 * thiago]
don’t talk about it be about it
i say what i am and if you don’t like it, deal about it
they talking ’bout others like he don’t got it she don’t got it
when we finally get it, them motherf*ckers real quiet
that’s that inside voices on the outside
so many voices in my head b*tch i got all kinds
i call for help i call support that sh*t is offline
f*ck around and get a battery charge, no alkaline
[verse 5* chris wright]
back seat really get crowded when all the homies here
i just keep my hand on the wheel, and i let the devil steer
talking like you body me, but can you touch reflections?
here it’s working, working fine, i guess you need some introspection dear
it’s all up in mind, and i don’t need no private section
you can search but you won’t find, i’m out of town, i’m giving lectures
why you biting on my line, i reel you in, and then i toss it
i ain’t ever take no losses, talking sh*t ain’t ever cost me sh*t

- cemetery drive

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