| Billy blickity, blickity blank, blankin' out
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| Tryna get it warmer than the Cayman Isles
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| Like these Jordans they fought in, I got this many styles
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| That these niggas can’t seem to file
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| Little league of my own, like pitchin' off the mound
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| With boobs, fallopian tubes, these dudes gon' know me now
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| I’m serial
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| Killin' at willin' and feelin' very proud
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| AP, I owe you and I ain’t talkin' vowels
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| Huey P, double D, I swear it’s the future now
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| Cold and I be pushin' this itish to leave you all astound, brown
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| No Z, they know we holy
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| The illest boldy to point break in between the new and all the goldies
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| Oldies that molded the many ways I flow it
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| Kickin' this itish, they catchin' like a goalie
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| never dare, just like the police
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| Forever these niggas scared, they want no more beef
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| 'Cause we killin' like reef, my flow is deep sea
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| Fire, retire, never these degrees
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| Press fire, the sire sweat and my heat team
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| Jamla the acaddy, coolie respect the seams
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| That we sewin', I guess I really go in, no dream
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| So they callin' me, now I glow with ring
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| Torchin' 'em with the torch I carry
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| Like Roman mortuaries
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| Dig it though like bury, I buried it and married it
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| And accept responsibility, no arrogance
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| Had a talk with my nigga, you know, some therapy
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| 'Cause Digga holla’d and she really seem to care for me
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| Rah Digga, what up?
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| Guess they darin' me, darin' me, double darin' me
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| Pairin' me, I’m apparently narrowly, ball from
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| 'Barrassing, I’m embarrassin' merrily all these niggas
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| Concentratin' on labors and bigger figures
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| Movin' up in this world, I hear they dig us, dig it?
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| Dig a class, spazz on these niggas and have these niggas trippin'
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| Rewindin' my verse, hearse, I really kill it
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| Shout out to the ones in here who really feel it
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| Feel it, feel it, like Dennis the Menace to the finish
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| Tryna carry on for my lineage, I know my flow is
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| See me not, forever hot
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| Went in on the jawn without nothin' left to jot, Rap
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| Dear money, yes I want you
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| Fuck it, girl, I need you
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| Is this the real world or is it just another preview?
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| Now in division one, started out in D2
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| Used to rock some baggy gear, now I look like GQ
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| Meet me and they tell me that they fuckin' with the movement
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| Would they still if I didn’t have millions of YouTube hits?
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| Dropout student, not stupid
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| Pure music, clean your ears like a Q-Tip
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| Back on my bullshit, spittin' what I know about
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| My people tryna party so we lookin' for an open house
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| Every day kid shit, that’s just how we like this shit
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| Car cost a hundred grand, but my life is priceless
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| Can’t put a price on talent
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| Surrounded like an Allen
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| Late night music like The Roots and Jimmy Fallon
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| First name Malcolm, that’s on my birth certificate
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| Talkin' it, I’m livin' it, thinkin' they gettin' sick of it
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| Wishin' that they could finish it, listenin', now they in the whip
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| Permission to get and spit, sweeter than all this licorice
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| Weed crumbs on my passenger seat
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| New joint bein' smoked, better pass it to me
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| They notice how the boy tend to spazz on a beat
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| Middle finger up to everybody laughin' at me
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| 'Cause I’m doin' what I wanna do, inhalin' marijuana fumes
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| Why you interested in the people that I’m talkin' to?
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| Why you wanna call it quits 'cause ain’t nobody stoppin' you
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| You doin' what you gotta do, need someone to sock it to
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| I get a will do
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| This is somethin' easy, soft and smooth
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| So watch me move |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blankin' Out , by - Rapsody. Song from the album Thank H.E.R. Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп