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lirik lagu blur – estee nack & giallo point

[intro: estee nack]
bojo, nack daddy (woah)
you know i mean? (giallo), wo*woah
woah (aha, yeah)
shout my man [?], you know what i’m sayin’? (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
you know i mean? he in deep sp*ce now, you know what i’m sayin’? (bojo)
deep in the outta sp*ce universe, n*gga, yeah (chyeah!)

[verse 1]
poltergeist, slow roll the dice, n*ggas marchin’ solider*like (soldiers!)
been gettin’ money for most my life, son (ching!)
pardons self, i might poke your wife (yeah)
bust in her face, make her focus right (woah)
yap you for your bogus ice, load the pipe (yeah)
one in the 9, incase a idiot comin’ for the robbin’ (what up?)
that sh*t is for the birds, knеw you n*ggas was f*ckin’ hurt, yo (n*ggas hurt)
woo, you ain’t from the ghetto you from the burbs (haha!)
if i throw a shеll up in your melon, this one deserved (blow!)
shorty got tons of curves, yeah, the summer burn
in the winter i’m on a thirst, dinnetable that’s unreserved
pop the pistol like punisher, what’s the word? (bloaw!)
bustin’, i’m crushin’ herb, hungry, i’ma hustle, i love the curb (i love it!)
b*tters i’ma serve, swerve (skrrt!)
sh*t, i can give it to you cooked if it’s what your prefer (like)
i give ’em somethin’ that’s pure, what you offerd wasn’t the cure (you a bum)
he got a issue, what’s official? i’m bustin’ for sure (bow*bow*bow*bow*bow!)
uh, woah
[chorus]
ain’t no way you f*ck around with this lil’ n*gga, that’s right heard (woah, that’s right heard, yeah!)
when i think of all the money that i made in the street, sh*t’s a f*ckin’ blur (woah, sh*t’s a f*ckin’ blur, hey, yeah, son)
ain’t no way f*ck around with this lil’ n*gga, that’s right heard (that’s right heard, uh*uh, nack)
when i think of all the money that i made in the street, sh*t’s a f*ckin’ blur (woah, yeah, woah, yeah, chyeah!)

[verse 2]
crack sell (yeah), black mail (aha)
coppers harrasin’ the black male (woop!), p*ssy n*ggas actin’ frail (brick)
stack for bail and be the idiot in the pack jail (what up?)
catchin’ sell, driftin’ off in the yacht [?] (woah)
peace to [?] who put me on to this fly life (fly)
told me the day was two worlds, had to get my mind right (aha)
corporate thuggin’, i can see the vision with blurry eye sight (word)
b*tch came for the money, i give a f*ck if it’s limelight (f*ck)
you n*ggas softer than twilight (boom)
all the garments is designer type, see this trappin’, i’m ryhmin’ nice (trappin’, yo)
diamond ice, blindin’, put the 9 to mice
signin’ reports like autographs (‘graph!), john hanc*ck
all the cash, couldn’t buy a honor bag, goin’ to herbal indo
was still catchin’ jewels hidden in the farmer’s armor neck (yo)
got knowledge, i been through the universal laws and back (what you know, n*gga?)
dice game, almost lost a stack (bojo!)
yo, they callin’ for the crack
burnin’ [?] simple facts there (aha)
i don’t even gotta mention durk
i don’t dance unless [?] (aha)
get ya hands off of my stack, n*gga, it’s not yours (yeah! woah!)
yo, oh
[chorus]
ain’t no way f*ck around with this lil’ n*gga, that’s right heard (that’s right, son, wo*woah!)
when i think of all the money that i made in the street, sh*t’s a f*ckin’ blur (bojo, f*ckin’ blur)

[outro]
ayy, yuh, son

- estee nack giallo point

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