Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blaow , by - Clear Soul Forces. Song from the album Still, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Blaow |
| Aite hold up |
| Is this thing on |
| Still… |
| Dropping that shit that’s making you wonder |
| How are these niggas together for ten winters and the summers |
| How Ilajide gunning, thinking we’d be running outta ammo |
| Put the NPC in the Stallone nigga that’s Rambo |
| Baby bu-bu-busting on ya, Tss! |
| Tss! |
| Tss! |
| Tss! |
| We puffing on ya |
| Blow up like it’s a Samsung battery, ready to load up for ya |
| Load up, soldier bringing the war upon ya |
| Russo on ya |
| Frank Castle hiding in the begonias off of the melatonin |
| Sleep walking still chalking up lyrics to kill opponents |
| Drop gems like The Mad Titan with mad arthritis |
| Trying to assemble the gauntlet with every rhyme and |
| Can’t stop using the time stone to hit rewind |
| Every time I forget one of my lines |
| Dropping land mines before I step in the building of America |
| Gentrify the area |
| White supremacy the remedy |
| Who’s that peaking in my window, Jim Crow |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Are you ready? |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| You know how we do |
| Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention |
| You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson |
| The… the… the… the whole crew get down |
| Keep it going, I flow and knocking haters off a throne that people barely know |
| they sitting on |
| Throwing parties, making |
| Shitting in the toilet, rolling up |
| Getting fellatio, right up on the sofa |
| With the Forces give a dose of superior focused on |
| Delivered them faster than orders from Jimmy John’s |
| Fuck up the opening |
| Entrances intricate, beats known just to punish ‘em like you finish a |
| Skull and crossbones, chicken wing your favorite rhyme spitter |
| My loud as the Don Bishop |
| Game spitters get pimp slapped just for clogging lanes |
| Still the shit like wasn’t 46 |
| I treat you all like a bowl of grits, ain’t nothing sweet |
| L to the A to the Z nigga what |
| I make ‘em holla like Ante Ups in your Impala |
| hold ‘em up for the squadron |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Are you ready? |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| You know how we do |
| Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention |
| You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson |
| The… the… the… the whole crew get down |