| They just came to go, ain’t gon' play no more, ain’t the same no more
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| Change some more, that’s what niggas do, so I can’t hang no more
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| Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
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| Oh, fuck, I’m finna blow
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| Three, two, one, I’m finna blast, I’m takin' off
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| Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
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| Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
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| I got cash and they tried to come back, can’t save 'em, naw
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| Hell no, I can’t save 'em, naw
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| They talk about your losses, but won’t talk about your gains, no
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| Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won’t ever change, no
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| When I’m by myself, I reminisce, that’s when my pain go
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| I remember I was happy, now I just think, ''Where them days go?''
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| I can’t stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas
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| Think I’m not stressin' 'cause I’m rich, got too much money, that’s my problem
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| Me and fake niggas just don’t click, and if I see him, I’ma rob him
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| And bitch, I’m fresh up out them bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah,
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| yeah
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| He got a problem, we got choppers, 7.62's
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| I got money, now they tryna find out what I’m into
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| That fame will make some niggas change, I told 'em move around
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| Heard they tryna do me for some clout, that’s why I step out with them goons
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| around
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| They just came to go, ain’t gon' play no more, ain’t the same no more
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| Change some more, that’s what niggas do, so I can’t hang no more
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| Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
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| Oh, fuck, I’m finna blow
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| Three, two, one, I’m finna blast, I’m takin' off
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| Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
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| Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
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| I got cash and they tried to come back, can’t save 'em, naw
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| Hell no, I can’t save 'em, naw
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| Tell a bitch I’m serious, causin' all these money problems
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| Better act like she ain’t eatin' up, why you think she stuck in my condo?
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| Say she actin' like a fiend, finna blow up, my little Obama
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| I’ma just let out all this cream in her throat, I got that head in a Mercedes
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| She tryna go half on a baby
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| Yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
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| Stackin' these hundreds, it look like I’m readin'
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| Tell the bitch that I love her, but no, I ain’t mean it
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| Too raw for a bitch, I admit it
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| Talkin' money, finna set up a meeting
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| Bodies droppin', know my little nigga did it
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| Two shots of that Henny, she sippin', yeah
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| Oh damn, they hatin', though
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| Bitch, before the bag, I upped my swag, know I’m takin' off
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| And she suckin' dick, even though she bad, she take it all
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| Bitch, I swipe my card, don’t check no tag, I’m skatin' off
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| Pull out a blick and embarrass 'em
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| They just came to go, ain’t gon' play no more, ain’t the same no more
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| Change some more, that’s what niggas do, so I can’t hang no more
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| Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
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| Oh, fuck, I’m finna blow
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| Three, two, one, I’m finna blast, I’m takin' off
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| Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
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| Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
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| I got cash and they tried to come back, can’t save 'em, naw
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| Hell no, I can’t save 'em, naw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blast Off , by - YSN Flow. Song from the album Flow $ZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп