| Count a million every time I blink, yeah
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| She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
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| Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
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| Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
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| Look past the surface, you might see me well
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| We ship the work, that’s why my nigga got a CDL
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| Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
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| Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry
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| Yeah, yeah
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| She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
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| But she can’t get nothin' but the D just like I’m barely passin'
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| Young nigga swervin' in that Bentley like I’m 'bout to crash it
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| I’m out in Cali with the gang, I’m smokin' Calabasas
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| I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch
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| And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this bitch
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| You ain’t makin' no noise in this bitch 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces
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| Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin'
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| Four in the morning, get to creepin'
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| Nigga, they yawnin' and they sleepin'
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| My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon
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| Niggas told me this my season, I ain’t turned back yet
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| Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah
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| My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah
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| I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah
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| Rylo, that’s my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah
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| My chains hittin' like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix
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| They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin' in a Demon?
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| Even though we be that lil' ho swallow my semen
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| Free Duke and Juice, my niggas Bloods down the road like
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| Grew up by myself, don’t even wanna die alone
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| Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way more money on this styrofoam
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| They say lil' mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah
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| I was thinkin' 'bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn
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| That nigga was speakin' on my name, fifty thousand on my chain
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| He said the last one was
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| Six-figure nigga, I’m still on the block
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| Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Travis Scott
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| Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Kanye West
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| Count a million every time I blink, yeah
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| She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
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| Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
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| Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
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| Look past the surface, you might see me well
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| We ship the work, that’s why my nigga got a CDL
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| Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
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| Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everytime I Blink , by - Yung Bleu. Song from the album Bleu Vandross 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп