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I'm a blacked out man, with a blacked out heart Got a blacked out woosh, in a blacked out car And it don't make sense, how we got this far 'Cause I lost some– From the garms to the whip That's, half of the drip These jewels nearly cost me half of brick, babes No need to lotion, just ask for the dick (Ask) If some friends wanna come, they can party with it (Hm) Babygirl, come with wine with a thug, ay, ay-yeah (T'ug) I can tell you're in need of a fuck, ay, ay-yeah I'm a blacked out man, with a blacked out heart Got a blacked out woosh, in a blacked out car And it don't make sense, how we got this far 'Cause I lost some screws, and I firmed those scars Now my shirts all ripped, or it got some stars Now my heart's all cold, Häagen-Dazs Now my worker's pissed cah it's moving fast And I'm doing up tours, and he's working his arse And he's working his arse If he see the feds then he's speeding off fast So hungry for the money that he don't even bath The bally that you're rocking will never make you hard Seen a few mad things now my memory's scarred Fling corn like french fries, fling it out and kweff guys Only trust my bros, can't put my trust in a next guy Put your hands bro, activate, yeah, I must slide Yeah, you're a dead guy When the forty-four slaps guys, shit get capsized Swimming in a ocean, whooshed then baptised They was on combat, giving out black eyes We was in black cars, bu-boom, then bye-bye Big back baboon, scatty like racoon She was tryna link me, better hit the cocoon Come out a butterfly, baby is that you? I'm feeling her attitude, I ain't even mad at you From the garms to the whip That's, half of the drip These jewels nearly cost me half of brick, babes No need to lotion, just ask for the dick (Ask) If some friends wanna come, they can party with it (Hm) Babygirl, come with wine with a thug, ay, ay-yeah (T'ug) I can tell you're in need of a fuck, ay, ay-yeah She wanna hang with a t'ug and take pictures Baby, I just jeet, I ain't really into kisses They hate the fact they watch me, they wish that they didn't I just spoke to JaySlapIt and I miss him Somewhere in the Midlands, bro's in the kitchen, whip, whip it The cat said he's feelin' this one, it's delicous Faith in my young bro, I know he ain't snitching If your line don't bang, carry on, there's no quiting If your line's moving slow, don't give up Remember when I went through a burp, not a hiccup Fam, I nearly caught me a bird from a stick-up Summer, I had to burn through the packs like a sit-up, agh Skeng, that's bro, we was on ten toes Had a thousand hoes, Cowley Road It was kick down doors, now I'm counting stones Or we're in OT, burning loud at shows From the garms to the whip That's, half of the drip These jewels nearly cost me half of brick, babes No need to lotion, just ask for the dick (Ask) If some friends wanna come, they can party with it (Hm) Babygirl, come with wine with a thug, ay, ay-yeah (T'ug) I can tell you're in need of a fuck, ay, ay-yeah I'm a blacked out man, with a blacked out heart Got a blacked out woosh, in a blacked out car Blacked out man, with a blacked out heart Got a blacked out woosh, in a blacked out car
Writer(s): Terrel Daniel Doyley, Raphael Julian Jones, Joshua Josiah Malinga Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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