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blasphemy - unique the artist lyrics

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[verse 1]
pack so loud in my whip, i might blow the roof
feel like james bond in a suit in my bentley coupe
car so fast in a race, i might rip the paint
cuban link diamonds in my face, looking like the bank

[brigde]
woah (x16)

[verse 2]
bunch of trojan condoms different flaves’, b-tch come get a taste
talking homie got it on his waist, don’t get outta place
got this b-tch acting out a scene, like she in a play
they don’t know how to get the plate, i’m a demonstrate

[brigde]
woah (x16)

[verse 3]
got my ex pulling on my chain, since i’m getting paid
now that b-tch wanna give me sugar like a candy cane
give me brain, cause i’ve got stain, she could eat the pain
that’s your mans, i don’t f-ck with lames, b-tch i entertain

[brigde]
woah (x16)

[verse 4]
losers steady trynna’ throw you tips, they could blow the grib
bunch of two’s wanting number one’s, you ain’t getting picked
out in london getting to the cheese, b-tch i get the peas
meeting foriegn momma’s overseas, like i’m mr bean

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