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lirik lagu blase blah – karoshi tarantino

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[hook]
her and her friend, that’s menage a trois
f*ck on that b*tch, n*gga blase blah
got a bad b*tch like beyonce, ha
i been tryna f*ck but she might say nah
i got the runtz while her n*gga smoking blacks
go to the club and they picking up the racks
back to the block where them n*ggas flipping packs
b*tch i’m steve jobs, i’ma hit him with the mac
i been riding ’round in the coupe with my state boys
black hugh hefner, b*tch i’m a playboy
i know i’m the goat, i don’t care what you say boy
balling out in oakland, feel like i’m klay boy
do it on my own, i don’t need no f*cking help boy
came up from the bottom, yeah i did it by myself boy
that boy 5’9, man that n*gga is an elf boy
i just f*cked dat b*tch, you don’t know how that felt boy
[verse]
i just popped a perc, man i might not wake up
got a bad b*tch, she don’t wear no makeup
broke ass n*gga need to get his f*cking cake up
that b*tch want the meat so i had to bring the steak up
shoot it from deep
b*tch you a creep
i got this good d*ck, it put her to sleep
f*ck up the beat
i gotta eat
i’m in the field, give a f*ck ’bout some cleats
i got a shot
f*ck all the opps
bro picked him off, had to wipe down the glock
i check the clock
go get the mop
them boys start running when we hit the block
we catch an opp, it’s a mothaf*ckin’ homicide
i’m in the east, where that p*ssy boy osama died
we picked him off, man i know dat n*gga mama cried
why he talk sh*t if he know that he ain’t tryna slide
i can’t f*ck that white hoe, that b*tch basic
why he talking sh*t when his homeboy a rapist
b*tch i’m finna blow up, y’all gotta face it
how she your b*tch when she in my crib naked?
i got all this money get your mothaf*ckin’ racks up
i got the glock, all you p*ssy n*ggas back up
99 on the rams, tryna get my sack up
oh you got hits? put that mothaf*ckin plaque up
p*ssy ass n*gga get yo mothaf*ckin money up
that boy a goofy wit his mothaf*ckin funny up
light up his block, that sh*t lookin kinda sunny up
i get the racks and you know i’m finna run it up
might hit that boy with a real quick 1*2
i might f*ck that b*tch but only if she want to
go up 2*0 like the mothaf*ckin’ suns do
never hate a n*gga grind, that’s what bums do
[bridge]
i been riding ’round in the coupe with my state boys
black hugh hefner, b*tch i’m a playboy
i know i’m the goat, i don’t care what you say boy
balling out in oakland, feel like i’m klay boy
do it on my own, i don’t need no f*cking help boy
came up from the bottom, yeah i did it by myself boy
that boy 5’9, man that n*gga is an elf boy
i just f*cked dat b*tch, you don’t know how that felt boy

[hook]
her and her friend, that’s menage a trois
f*ck on that b*tch, n*gga blase blah
got a bad b*tch like beyonce, ha
i been tryna f*ck but she might say nah
i got the runtz while her n*gga smoking blacks
go to the club and they picking up the racks
back to the block where them n*ggas flipping packs
b*tch i’m steve jobs, i’ma hit him with the mac

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