| Turn it up until your eardrums bust out
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| Act up and I’ma show you what it be 'bout
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| Niggas got plans of dancing, better re-route
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| Headbanger shit, we orangutans bitch
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| We don’t swing from no trees but we got the banana clip
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| The people overseas, yeah they fuck with the boy
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| Say the boy brings 'bout joy
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| He’s so special
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| Short bus special
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| Where my safety helmet at
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| Class A guitar, hear that banging in the back
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| (Damn he going crazy)
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| See that boy neck snap?
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| Back to the white meat, and doc can’t fix that
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| Needless to say I’m certified with the boom bap
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| Bump this in your stereo, pour it in your cereal
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| Early in the morning and you mad cause you know black
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| You motherfucker ain’t used to real rap
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| All my motherfuckers in the hood
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| Blast that shit
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| Po po they turn it down but you
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| Blast that shit
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| Real niggas know what it
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| Blast that shit
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| Blast that shit
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| Blast that shit
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| Blast that shit
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| Blast that shit
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| Oh it’s real hip hop you got to…
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| Blast that
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| Blast that
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| Yo and this is what y’all been waiting for
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| Black the antidote to catapult niggas out
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| Into a distance, animal cannibal, is this
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| Hannibal eat and I never been a fan of yo'
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| Shit when I got my nigga Nottz here
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| On the one, on the drum, kick, snare
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| Blown now I’m on in the business
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| Pistols, home of the Pistons
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| Out to Virginia
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| Back to the D where I was born and raised
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| Back to the beats on the stage
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| Wack niggas, R.I.P., piss on your grave
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| No love, was born to hate
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| Know you can’t believe
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| How we keep doing it
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| Produce like a beast
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| Boy, Rick Rubin shit
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| Watch how I maneuver shit
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| Spit Black spit that shit like manure gets
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| I be on the move
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| Slow down, slow down, let me catch the groove
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| Extra, extra, let me execute
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| X these niggas, show 'em the exit out
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| Make they baby mamas they ex’s
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| If I ain’t the best that means that I’m next bitch
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| Flows, affected
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| To the point where these niggas feel disrespected
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| Leave 'em on respirators, disconnected
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| Uh, disconnection
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| No contest, quit
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| Come on
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| Nigga where your cash at?
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| I don’t battle rap rap, I shoot niggas eyes out
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| I just cataract cats, roger that
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| Nottz where the bottle at?
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| (Nigga I don’t drink)
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| Okay then, I’ma honor that
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| Drink for you till I need you to think for me like an Almanac
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| Far as y’all Internet, in a nut, while you on the Internet
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| Bragging 'bout your intellect, I be fucking bad bitches
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| Dragging out they inner slut
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| In effect huh
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| Take a niggas past like an interception
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| D-Boys in here chilling
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| We tote things that’ll destroy buildings
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| We approach shit like, if you owe
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| We repo shit, we atrocious, we could throw fist
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| But we oppose this
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| When we mad tag toe tip animals bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blast That feat. Black Milk , by - Nottz. Song from the album You Need This Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп