Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blasian , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Release date: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blasian |
| Them yeah' yeah’s over |
| Mmm, yeah, uh |
| (DeAnthony my nigga) |
| Slime |
| Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass |
| I told you leave 'cause I wasn’t ready |
| I couldn’t get her out my head |
| The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit' |
| I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch |
| So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) |
| Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's) |
| Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah |
| Wit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Hydrocodone) |
| I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah |
| Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) |
| Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah |
| That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah |
| I love that girl to death |
| She did some shit that I can’t let slide |
| She know when we slide |
| We be tearin' up your set, no lie |
| She know that I got that shit |
| She want to get away and hide |
| She not that I don’t tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow) |
| Hit him with that fire |
| Young rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics |
| But I can’t be mad wit' a whole lotta benjis (Let's go) |
| Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let’s go) |
| Everybody that talk don’t know how I’m livin' (They don’t know) |
| I ain’t got no bae, I ain’t catchin' no feelings (Yah) |
| We ain’t gotta be together for to make some millions (i know) |
| She was just my friend and I whined up hittin' it (That's right) |
| But out me can’t get no commitment (That's right) |
| Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis) |
| Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada) |
| Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?) |
| Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga) |
| Dirt bike, Supreme goggles (Go) |
| Saint Laurent boots, bike rider (Huh) |
| Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt) |
| Amiri jeans I’m stylin' (Errrf) |
| Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass |
| I told you leave 'cause I wasn’t ready |
| I couldn’t get her out my head |
| The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit' |
| I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch |
| So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) |
| Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's) |
| Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah |
| Wit' hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (With hydrocodone) |
| I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah |
| Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) |
| Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah |
| That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah |
| Three lortabs I gave her two |
| I had five I was gon' take |
| Yaya, what I do to you? |
| What the fuck is it gon' take? |
| Percocet’s and off that drink |
| I might learn another language |
| Took a Xan, now I can’t think |
| And I’m not knowin' where my mind went |
| I Buy my X from the bottom |
| Shawty tweakin', she don’t know what she tryin' |
| To keep it real, she don’t know where she ridin' |
| Society where them people be dyin' |
| I’m in the north where my life on the line |
| I’m wit' my niggas, everybody got iron |
| Blasian, you know, honey you fine |
| We not together and she not even tryin' |
| I made her a slime (Slatt) |
| Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass |
| I told you leave 'cause I wasn’t ready |
| I couldn’t get her out my head |
| The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit' |
| I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch |
| So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys) |
| Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's) |
| Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah |
| Wit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone) |
| I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah |
| Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan) |
| Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah |
| That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah |