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mon - blast lyrics
[intro]
(marko did you make this?)
[chorus: midwxst]
think you harder than me, boy, just stop it, you gon’ make me laugh
don’t know what to wear, mix that number (n)ine with the new raf
i don’t give a f_ck, you ain’t on my team, not on my staff
if i call the gang they might have to let that f_cker blast
[verse 1: midwxst]
you better shut up, i’m tired of all that motherf_cking talking
she thought that she gon’ get a ride home, nah b_tch, she walking
just spend one thousand on the fit, that’s just like shopping
i’m making these songs all day like a job, i better go clock in
we just might pull up right now, yeah, broad day, they gon’ pop him
blood’s all on the floor, yeah, they gon’ have to come mop him
talking that nonsense, i don’t wanna hear you speak
got a glock_17, gotta keep that heat
people really love talking that talk about me
1k in my bank and that’s just last week
just hit 3k, boutta raise my fees
going up, n_gga, yeah, you all gon’ see
317, gotta rep my scene
might just go out, some balmain jeans
[verse 2: mon]
might just go get the balmain jeans
i won’t f_ck that b_tch, she stink
white ho, big tits, p_ssy on pink
finna get a new b_tch, new moncler, new kicks, h_llcat, after flipping these bricks
yeah, and we be going stupid but you better watch out ’fore i’m f_cking your b_tch
give a b_tch ten racks, she come back with new tits
f_cking with [?], i don’t wanna have kids
blow it with the gang, yeah, take a few hits
better watch out ’cause i’m back on my sh_t
she wanna work, better give me my splits
that b_tch that you left, i done cum on her lips
while you calling on her phone, but she sucking on my tip
if i was you i would give me some drip
we talking that sh_t, i don’t know why
if you gonna run better be quiet
if you gonna shoot pull out the nine
don’t be a b_tch, i put you in a shrine
f_cking that ho then i’m making her cry
say you get bands, that sh_t is a lie
your mixtape trash, bro, why do you try?
don’t play with them sticks if you don’t wanna die
[verse 3: kaixan]
posted up with tommy, keep that yah, yah, yah, yah
b_tch, i’m on a boat, i’m on a yacht, yacht, yacht, yacht
p_ssyboy, he keep on talking, stop, stop, stop, stop
i’m f_cking silent ‘less he talking ’bout the guap, yeah
i can learn to forgive but i can’t learn to forget
all the bullsh_t you be saying don’t match what you f_cking said
leave the bodies like the messages, i leave ’em f_cking red
if you wanna leave your life, would you trade with me instead?
[chorus: midwxst]
think you harder than me, boy, just stop it, you gon’ make me laugh
don’t know what to wear, mix that number (n)ine with the new raf
i don’t give a f_ck, you ain’t on my team, not on my staff
if i call the gang they might have to let that f_cker blast
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