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Lil Tjay - Bla Bla (feat. Fivio Foreign) (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Songwriter
Luis Bordeaux
Luis Bordeaux
Songwriter
Brendan Walsh
Brendan Walsh
Songwriter
Itamar Gov-Ari
Itamar Gov-Ari
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Producer
Non Native
Non Native
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
robbie soukiasyan
robbie soukiasyan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Itamar Gov-Ari
Itamar Gov-Ari
Producer
Bordeaux
Bordeaux
Producer

Letra

(Blah, blah, blah, blah) brr-boom (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) When I got shot, nigga, what did you do? Instead of point fingers, like "You, you, or you" Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits told me you got a grip, nigga, why you ain't threw? I was confusin' myself, tryna think niggas tough, but deep down, I already knew Shoot by my dolie, portfolio cool, when I catch you, I'm puttin' a hole in your (boom-boom-boom) We gon' keep spinnin', no takin' a break, I'ma keep winnin' and makin' this cake (ooh-oh) God left me here for a reason, no takin' His faith, I feel guilty for takin' his Chance that I'm goin', it ain't no debate, next time, I promise I'm makin' an eighth 500K if you catch him right now, truly, don't really care if I'm makin' a case (hol' on) We ain't never take buddies, you got me confused with someone I'm not (grr-boom) Now you realized shit litty, stop the callin' my phone, talkin' hot I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody murderin', and I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody shot They don't know nothin' 'bout cases we beat, but they stay tryna tell me it's over for Flock All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah) They say you talked, you ain't really do it, right? (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah, grr, yeah, look, uh) baow Bro got the addy, I got an idea, tell me it's up, and it's stuck in the air The way they gon' do him, it's not even fair And the shit that we do, we do not wanna share (baow) I do not care, it's not for the 'Gram, only way I won't throw if it's not in my hand And that nigga my heart, and he want his revenge, we don't care if he's shot, we shot him again (grr-baow!) I wanna stop, but it's in my soul, he act like a problem, then he gotta go We won't even catch a nigga at his, huh (shh), we gon' wait 'til he goin' home (lil' baow) Nigga, I say what I want 'cause I'm grown, as long as I watch what I say on that phone And my time is on demon, I stay in that zone, and the niggas I send is never gonna fold (grr-baow) (Blah, blah, blah, blah, huh, yeah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah) (Blah, blah, blah, blah, baow) All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah) You know the type of time you on already, nigga (blah, blah, blah, blah) just duck (Blah, blah, blah, blah) when you see a nigga, just duck (Blah, blah, blah, blah) yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout it, they say he talked about it, and he ain't do it (grr-baow)
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Adrian Lau, Tione Merritt, Brendan Walsh, Luis Campozano, Itamar Gov-ari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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