BLOUSIN
 作词 : Robert Thomas/Ian Lewis II/Artem Raschepkin/Ivan Vasilev
 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Ian Lewis II/Artem Raschepkin/Ivan Vasilev
Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones
Turn me up more, man, some more
Yeah
Biggest in this shit, man, **** a **** talking about?
Slow motion better than no motion
Soon as I wake up, it's hustle
If you ever played, it's **** you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money
We sellin' cane pops, was doin' the same thing until them crackers came
House party just like Kid 'n Play, yo' dog done showed us where you stay
If ya gang starvin', you ain't no real ****, pussy, share ya plate
You can see real in my face, pop ya top, see what you think
I ain't get no sleep in a week, I seen more banks than feet
They keep asking who the biggest out, **** should've knew it's me
House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease
Brodie called me from the ****in' feds, said he want Angel Reese
He want Latto sister, told 'em I'll pop it for him
He been locked up, told him when he touch down, bitch, I'ma put ya on
He so use to me ****in' project hoes, I'm tryna show him something
He feel like if I ****, then he ****ed, bitch, that's my ****in' brother
Shittin' on **** like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic
Catch Big 4 in lassie, sleep on a ****in' groupie mattress
Say I ain't get that pack in, **** ****, stop that **** cappin'
You was my dog in high school, see you today, I'ma ****in' smack ya
That's how shit be, come through solo, I ain't gotta be ten deep
Put my hoes in CC, Big 4 poppin' out, Lamborghini
My girl cuz will put shit down, don't make Big 4 call Nikki
**** rather die than see me shine, well **** boy die, you see me
Them moissanites not VV, this here on me is VV
That shit on VM VV, the pack touch down, that's TD
I'm on forty pills weekly, when they bust, I'm sleepy
If my ho worth, then she get it, I take care the needy
I take care my people, I take care my dogs in jail
I take care my uncle, locked up right now with a L
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Yeah
Soon as I wake up, it's hustle
If you ever played, it's **** you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money
I ain't none of that talking, get on ya knees, bitch, treat me like a god
Brodie play with cars, he come back with them toys like Santa Claus
We pop out all kind of cars, ask G, we break the law
2021, setup shop in BR, **** think I'm from the north
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