Lyrics Blam Blam Blam - 044 ROSE, Christ Dillinger

Blam Blam Blam

Skrrrr, yeah, you already named
Christ Dillinger on this bitch, you know what the fuck going on
Shout out my nigga Wendigo
Let’s get it
Aye, aye, okay, okay
Bitch just pop that pussy
You can pop it on this dick,(ride on this dick)
On the penis bitch stay twerking with a fucking choppa-stick,(choppa-stick)
And know I do no xans, but you can come and cope a stick
Pull the Glock off my lab, it go blam, blam, blam
Pussy nigga try me he gon' get run, damn
Real street ass nigga you ain’t from my fam,(ha)
All this westwood on my neck make me look like Vivian, (okay)
Told the brand that pussy now, call that pussy, (let's go)
You ain’t really in the trap, you be in the shit per damn, (let's go)
Told your bitch to send them bricks, then you know I’m ain’t the damn (okay)
Lil nigga that’s ain’t cap,(this is ain’t cap)
This is not a fucking gun
I pull the pistol out it go blam, blam, blam,(shoot this pussy nigga just for fun)
Blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam,(I do this shit for fun)
Lil nigga that’s ain’t cap
This is not a fucking gun
I pull the pistol out it go blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam,(oy, oy, brum, okay)
Blam, blam, blam,(blow, blow, blow, pew, pew, pew)
Blam, blam, blam,(brum, ha)
Blam, blam, blam,(wait, wait, wait, yah, wait)
,, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
,, sippin' juice
Playboy Carti Bacardi
Sickboyrari, Ferrari,
swag,
— dope,(, e)
Vlone