Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blaaow, artist - Young WickedDate of issue: 29.06.2017
Song language: English
Blaaow |
| The monster, the man they call mad |
| Is turned loose and is driving terror in the hearts of men |
| I give a fuck about you weak ass, dirt cheap ass |
| Not one of you motherfuckers could ever see me ass |
| If this was the first fight then I’m Nate Diaz |
| If not that, then I’m Connor in the rematch |
| I got your woman complaining about her knee caps |
| You cock sucking fucking d-bags |
| You ugly on the inside, disguise as something sweet ass |
| You make the Garcia in me show up to fucking beat ass |
| Nobody can match the hustle the fucking 3−0-3 has |
| Jedi Mind Tricks like my name was Vinnie P-az, I be that |
| Young wicked better believe that |
| I started from the bottom never be back |
| Year of the sword and we got fourteen releases |
| Y’all don’t even but some of y’all needs Jesus |
| I got mini mac 11 and do whatever he pleases |
| Man appease but I cut them to pieces, live-r than Regis |
| Higher than venus, I got a fly trap |
| Motherfuckers swelling up, give em an ice pack |
| I’m pulling up in the Range Rover, me and the chainsmoker |
| G-Mo got the cannon like Ganon it’s game over |
| I’m in the boss mode, speaking for the lost souls |
| Get in my cross hair send you to the crossroad |
| I’m Mike Myers to these Rob Lowes |
| This ain’t Wayne’s world but I party on bro |
| Bomb’s go blaaow |
| Wicked underground tell me if you feel |
| If it’s dope then I’ma deal it |
| I was born to be a killa and my people staying down |
| (Everytime I come around tho you can hear) |
| You’ve come to the dark side of the sun |
| The Honey Badger and the Prodigal one |
| Call us the axe, knife and the gun |
| All of the clock ticking, the plot thicken |
| And what is done I’m not giving a fuck about you |
| Or anyone who’s against me or they empty to any |
| I’m a verbal assassin and I’m hurtful when spazzin' |
| On the couch you tempt me I’ma soak 'em in gas and |
| Light 'em up with a match and let them beg for mercy |
| I don’t give a fuck what you heard |
| Let’s see who listens when we murder all the sheep in the herd |
| And who’s dissing when we join |
| To spit in every word that’s so hard |
| Hitting 'em certain bars risen |
| Reason only winning ninja who bombs city |
| Emerged from the God giving another chance to survive in it |
| Bitch I don’t need to claim no game |
| I’m a motherfucking ninja, that’s what I say |
| I don’t need to fuck with you or the bitch you bring |
| Cause a motherfucking ninja don’t play |
| I’m here to make the blood rain from the sky |
| Everytime I step in the booth I can’t lie |
| We’ll be yelling at the top of our lungs «we don’t die» |
| We was talking about us, not yours so bitch bye |
| I’m a walking middle finger you can see it in my eye |
| And getting high is the only reason having you alive |
| Bomb’s go blaaow |
| Wicked underground tell me if you feel |
| If it’s dope then I’ma deal it |
| I was born to be a killa and my people staying down |
| (Everytime I come around tho you can hear) |
| Ay yo Young Wicked I got pads for the hoes knees |
| She can keep sucking dick and charging the bro’s fees |
| We can take the money and use the proceeds |
| To make it rain on these broke rappers with no cheese |
| Faggot, bloodbath when I slaughter the whole team |
| You would think a motherfucking horse had a nosebleed |
| (Filth!) Roll weed while I compose these dope schemes |
| Release a virus when I’m rhyming, nigga don’t breathe |
| They try to pull competitive maneuvers |
| Now they in the torture rack but they ain’t wrestling with Luger |
| Executive producers getting thrown to the grave |
| Engineer’s dead and your studio is in flames |
| Bitch I’m growing insane when I drop tabs of acid |
| You suffocated when you got wrapped in plastic |
| Come to your wake, swanton bomb the casket |
| Open up a can of ass whip on your grand kids |
| Fuck a rap list if I ain’t in your top ten |
| You’re must not be listening to real hip-hop then |
| I’m going crazy with the ball pen |
| Look at what my song’s did |
| They all getting under your skin (pussies) |
| Now who you know with more of a raw flow |
| Put 'em in the ground, turn that nigga in the compost |
| You can eat shit and die slow |
| Bitch you finna get the wombo combo when the bomb’s go blaow |
| Bomb’s go blaaow |
| Wicked underground tell me if you feel |
| If it’s dope then I’ma deal it |
| I was born to be a killa and my people staying down |
| (Everytime I come around tho you can hear) |