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bling blaow - kato2x lyrics

[intro]
i’m the motherf*ckin’ biggest, n*gga (kj let the beat knock)
i’m livin’ with the sh*t that’s on my pendant, n*gga
(that’s how i’m motherf*ckin’ livin’, n*gga)

[verse]
the biggest
n*ggas know who run the city
last two n*ggas survived and one died, they don’t know who did it
i’m in balmain with the d*ckie
reason why [?] still in the trenches
i hope that [?] up, quan can have it, complete the mission
got [?] thuggin’ with me, know he dizzy, he be spinnin’
closed casket [?] lawyer at the [?]
this wock’ i’m constantly sippin’, these [?] f*ckin’ up my kidney
my pack catchin’ up with me, wrecked the bеnz and copped the hemi
shе suck ’til i’m dizzy, blew some racks on her at fendi (racks)
and b*tch, i’m havin’ guap, your head was good, so i ain’t trippin’, ayy
bling blaow, n*ggas know how we get down
can’t get me with no b*tch, [?] far from a clown (n*gga)
life jacket can’t save n*ggas, in this water, they gon’ drown
fill ’em up with rounds, leave ’em stankin’ like a dog pound
and b*tch, we run the city, ain’t no such thing as opp town, ayy
bling blaow, she ate my d*ck in a nightgown
i’m scared to cuff a b*tch ’cause all these hoes be gettin’ around
he really from the south, we ran his b*tch ass to the mound
full*court pressure on all the opps, better not go out of bounds
uh*oh, another opp just got wrapped in a sheet
ski low with my ice on like these people ain’t gon’ notice me
all the b*tches notice me, she gon’ f*ck ’cause she know it’s me
i be blessed with a dollar, but f*cked up, i had ho in me
r*m*i*n*d*r, just a reminder to ’em, this is more than a bar
ayy, switch, it shoot so fast, n*ggas can’t get far
if you ain’t k!lled an opp, you can’t get up in this car
she suck my duck for free, i know she post up on lamar
seventeen muscle cars, so [?] labeled me a star
f*ck the whole city, rr against whoever
ebg, all them p*ssy n*ggas gon’ die together
don’t play with them too letters, like a laffy taffy, stretch ’em
you n*ggas ain’t k!lled an opp, so y’all just smokin’ pressure
toe tag, they gotta dress him and put his head back together
you know we want a n*gga head like a hoodie, no sweater
she play you if you let her, gotta k!ll ’em if you catch ’em
scope up on this rifle, nickname that b*tch the opp catcher
n*gga, ayy, find y’all somethin’ safe to do
n*gga got shot, shooter still walkin’, we can’t relate to you
face*to*face, you a ho, social media, do what b*tches do
come outside, i bet we spin the block like a hula hoop, n*gga
[outro]
go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), ayy
go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), go crazy (spin), ayy
go crazy, go crazy, n*gga

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