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ray vaughn - blasphemy كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
vaughn

[verse 1]
newborn tiger, i’m earning my stripes (stripes)
crosshair, b_tch, it’s on sight
tippy toes if you try reachin’ my height
n_ggas fantasia can’t read me my rights
i don’t wanna f_ck, you ain’t even my type
n_ggas wait to see me in person then type
only person ever put fear in me is christ
n_ggas gettin’ parked for not sendin’ out kites (kites)
tell a n_gga, “line it up” (uh), baguettes is diamond cut (cut)
finger got paper cuts (cuts), b_tches, you mines or what? (what?)
you know i’m a mac, this might be the final cut, the final touch (ayy)
the game can get cold, we deckin’ the halls if you ever sign us up (d_mn)

[chorus]
i’m just bein’ me, don’t be mad at me
you ain’t gonna f_ck me, that’s blasphemy
i know the guys’ gone blast for me
louis v pouch at capacity
they can’t make this in a factory
god just blessed me with it naturally
green light but we still trafficking (yeah)
wake up broke, that’s blasphemy
[post_chorus]
f_ck up the forecast (forecast)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
used to play dream cast (shiuf)
now i f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
who eatin’? let’s doordash
i f_ck up the forecast (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
since i was six, n_gga, i’ve been flyin’ first class
i don’t f_ck with birds, but a n_gga took bird baths (shirp)
no yellow brick road, i had a dirt path
ask my b_tch, she gonna tell you i’m a dirtbag (ayy)
getting to the paper since pc had word pad
tables might turn, but i still gotta serve that
make the wrong step, might end up with a toe tag
“boy bein’ broke” ain’t even in my vocab (skrrt)
makin’ big moves like big mama
givenchy shirts, spent six hunnid
make a rain on ’em all summer (ayy)
baby, go and get that rent money (ayy)
she just came back from amsterdam (yeah)
k!lla season, b_tch, we k!llin’ cam
all season, b_tch, we k!llin’ cams
wavy n_gga, never give a d_mn (d_mn)
[chorus]
i’m just bein’ me, don’t be mad at me
you ain’t gonna f_ck me, that’s blasphemy
i know the guys’ gone blast for me
louis v pouch at capacity (uh, uh, uh, uh)
they can’t make this in a factory
god just blessed me with it naturally
green light but we still trafficking
wake up broke, that’s blasphemy

[post_chorus]
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf, shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
used to play dream cast (shiuf)
now i f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
who eatin’? let’s doordash (shiuf)
i f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
used to play dream cast (shiuf)
now i f_ck up the forecast (shiuf)
who eatin’? let’s doordash
i f_ck up the forecast

- ray vaughn

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