Blah Blah Blah lyrics

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Yung Bans


[Intro]
Ooh, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, n*ggas be talkin' that bullsh*t, talkin' that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young n*gga been runnin' them laps, young n*gga been on the clock, uh
pus*y n*gga tryin' me, he must wanna meet God
And these n*ggas been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These n*ggas been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a n*gga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this sh*t ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up

[Verse 1]
Huh, and that's it, huh, ayy, yeah
Brand new chopper got kick
Lil' n*gga, you try me, swear you get killed, huh
Ayy, yeah, that's it, huh, yeah, ayy
n*gga cross the gang, on my mama, he get dipped, hmm
Yeah, and that's that (And that's that), ayy
Drive the 'Rari all black, draw down, you ain't gettin' sh*t back
We some snakes, n*gga, you a rat
Strapped up, n*gga, I can't lack
Knock her down, make her lick my sack
Birkin bag, she hold my strap
[Chorus]
Ayy, n*ggas be talkin' that bullsh*t, talkin' that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young n*gga been runnin' them laps, young n*gga been on the clock, uh
pus*y n*gga tryin' me, he must wanna meet God
And these n*ggas been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These n*ggas been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a n*gga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this sh*t ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up (Ayy, let's go)

[Verse 2]
Stripes on me like Adidas, I'm sipping codeine, pour an eight in a liter
They gave that sh*t life, got a young n*gga grieving
These diamonds from Elliot wet and they freezing
Told my lawyer I ain't going, might as well give me the chair, yeah, yeah
Moncler, hmm, b*tch, we out of here, yeah (Ayy)
n*ggas be talking that bullsh*t, might as well save your breath (Blah-blah-blah)
Send them young n*ggas where you stay, leave that sh*t a mess, ayy
Cross the gang, get you whacked, hmm
Go to war, Armageddon
Send them real killers, gon' slide on you
Might knock you off in a jet
[Chorus]
Ayy, n*ggas be talkin' that bullsh*t, talkin' that blah-blah-blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young n*gga been runnin' them laps, young n*gga been on the clock, uh
pus*y n*gga tryin' me, he must wanna meet God
And these n*ggas been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These n*ggas been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a n*gga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this sh*t ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up

[Outro]
Hahaha
Punch in on the clock, young n*gga gotta get this sh*t locked
Young n*gga, know how I rock
Push up, we gon' drop him off
Sippin' syrup, I ain't got no cough
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