Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long-Winded, artist - Blahzay Blahzay. Song language: English
Long-Winded |
| To set shit off |
| Right |
| My crew taps a 40 |
| 3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene gory |
| End of story |
| It’s the Fiss watch me wreck ya |
| I’ll inject ya |
| With the funk that you’re listening |
| Like gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping |
| Bacardi sipping |
| Deluxe suites at the Ramada |
| I want my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada |
| That’s why I gotta |
| Put these cannons to your back |
| I’m taking Gucci links down to your girl’s bra strap |
| You wanna see the secret formula but ain’t no peeking |
| Cause my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the weekend |
| You think I’m Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya |
| You’re just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper |
| and sleepers |
| Remove that ass off the map |
| I’m sick like chicks who still bone with the claps |
| But none of that |
| Beedie free on the mic |
| Hitting hard like drunk drivers on the turnpike |
| To mental scholars |
| I’m leaving medullas dented |
| Schooling children |
| Arithmetic coming |
| Like lines of longitude before you fags meet your ending |
| I’m… |
| «Long winded but I don’t need my respiratory |
| To bless my story you got nothing for me» |
| Dangerous |
| To niggas with a 12″ or album |
| Through verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm |
| Sir or ma’dam |
| Can’t ignore me just adore me |
| Cause once I’m hired you might get fired lacking timing |
| Fed me |
| I gets deadly and creep silent |
| Stay with the leaf |
| Uh huh and the choco bliss |
| Clear your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist |
| Acknowledge this |
| On vinyl bring apocalypse |
| Dig ya grave like an anthropologist |
| Exoticness |
| You’ll only find in my rehearsals |
| Swollen heads full of hot air, heads will burst a verse you |
| Prerecorded |
| Get battered and assaulted |
| Making rappers wish they moms had they ass aborted |
| You sound good on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted |
| My unproper gram' is used to gain glamour |
| No propagandas |
| Hide my niggas ankle hammers |
| Those who oppose |
| Assholes get lit like jack o lanterns |
| Psychokinetic |
| Get burned by mental thought patterns |
| And that’s a warning |
| To any crew fulfilling legacies |
| Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies |
| From here to Venus |
| You fags can’t see me with a Zenith |
| Shaking sets, stomping through like a behemoth |
| Niggas showing |
| In this battle they tip toeing |
| You’ll find me floating |
| Dropping weight like a Samoan |
| Talking loud like you earn stripes we never heard of ya |
| We’ll murder ya |
| Watch your crew fold like lawn furniture |
| Express the gift |
| Stimulated from the spliff |
| Move your town like when the continental plates shift |
| Vocab professor |
| Wack MC agressor |
| Got you open |
| Like the drawers on your dresser |
| Busting shots |
| Trying to hold down your block |
| That’s when I release the 3000 |
| Ya sleep of the warlock |
| Oh my God oh my gollie |
| Guess who’s rocking Poly- |
| Gram, goddamn we taking off like twin cam |
| Scram, mess with fam and I’ll trample ya |
| Ya mom’s got to Pamper ya |
| Then you get robbed for your sampler |
| Disc, cause I be brisk like Octob' |
| Shock the globe |
| Ya Glock explode cause you was nervous |
| Not purpose, lay the verdict be |
| Try to bury me |
| You be, done something terribly |
| We can war in the streets or in the mezzane' |
| The best will fall, like my name was Desiree |
| Boss you get squashed oh my gosh |
| Thinking every line ain’t divine |
| You out your rabbit ass mind |
| Plus, I never rush the lead single with the plan |
| Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a scam |
| I plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a hurry |
| So all that tongue twisting don’t make me worried |
| I’m… |