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lil blade - intro (unbothered) lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
ya dig?
ha

[verse]
yeah, rollin’ up while i drive, let the benz ride
twenty_one, i made ten bands ten times
twenty_two, done probably spent that sh_t ten times
n_ggas still pillow talkin’, sleepin’ on the twin_size
i don’t even chase hoes, boy, this b_tch bad
i still wanna f_ck, yeah, with her thick ass
used to go to jugg school, now i’m in a chem’ class
left the crib with all my chains on, got my b_tch mad
i don’t even care to be in rap n_ggas’ pictures
i ain’t even blew yet, f_ckin’ rap n_ggas’ b_tches
yeah, i rap ’cause i can, you n_ggas rap to get attention
in the kitchen wrappin’ ‘bows, left my scale in the kitchen, n_gga
ice cubes in the watch, not them crushed up diamonds
i ain’t even care, that’s where you f_cked up lyin’
tried to play me, now you f_cked up cryin’
just got drunk with a b_tch, now i’m f_cked up flyin’
n_ggas know my name good, and my hoes bad
try to play with a boss, i might get toe tagged
white 10, four chains, ain’t got no swag
yeah, blow a n_gga while i drive, hope i don’t crash
b_tch think i care, i’m unbothered like a motherf_cker
get ’em in, get ’em gone, d_mn, i know my plug love me
love money, not hoes, all these hoes love money
bougie_ass n_gga, ho couldn’t get a hug from me
pretty b_tch, good brain, but i got her dumb for me
boy think he gettin’ off flexin’ with the plug money
yeah, i do this sh_t for real, n_gga, f_ck rappin’
finna cop an airplane, n_gga, f_ck trashin’
say i’m always doin’ somethin’, got ’em like how?
young n_gga iced up, got the b_tches like, “wow”
how much you want for it, baby girl? i got a thou’
yeah, breakin’ down pounds, got me smellin’ like loud
yeah, somewhere off the coast where it ain’t no grass
just rocks and palm trees, now my sh_t full of sand
stayed for a month and made so many bands
might get back to this sh_t, he go and drop me a lamb’
tried to play me like i ain’t me, get him out of here
talkin’ petty numbers with blade, sh_t, that’s prada fare
only reason i ain’t left the d is ’cause my mama there
fur inside the guccis, got ’em lookin’ like koala bears
can’t even feel my neck, so many chains on my sh_t
leave some room for the hoes, all these lames on my d_ck
you in the club trickin’ off, i get paid for my sh_t
you thirty with the same watch, should be ashamed of your wrist, b_tch
(good lookin’, dnell)

- lil blade lyrics

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