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Blazin
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blazin was released on April 25, 2025 by 43 as a part of the album Truth Be Told
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Release DateApril 25, 2025
Label43
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mateusz Nycz
Mateusz Nycz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beldon Jones
Beldon Jones
Songwriter
Mateusz Nycz
Mateusz Nycz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beldon Jones
Beldon Jones
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, my bitch flawless, she timeless like we back in time
Fuck the diamonds, my watch look better without shine
Gang on timing, my shooter might just crack your spine
Your bitch on my list, she pullin' up, hope you don't mind
Alexander McQueen, I'm gon' buy her new Celine
Orange Lambo fast, bitch, I whip that tangerine
She wanna spice it up inside the ride, I move the seats, yeah
Let's keep it a buck, I got a semi tucked
Know, you ain't got that stuff
This shit one of one, could'nt buy that shit if you want it
Hoe, don't waste my time, look me in my eyes, yeah
I've been chasin' bags like I'm chasin' highs, yeah, yeah
She pull on my bandana, call it hanky
I can't swing that pistol, it too janky
We met face-to-face, No dawg I'm blankin
Popped another pill and now I'm blazin
You cuffed another bitch out of frustration
Next week, she gon' only love the greatest
Got too many flows, I lost my cadence
Popped a couple more, I lost my patience
Bitch, don't fuck with me, I got my army
Back inside the six, I hear my brother scream, wallahi
Swingin' left and right, hooks Muhammad Ali
Shit, you got me blushing, wanna fuck over my car key
Back to all my hoes, got more of those than you got, sorry
Perkies on my desk, I took the rest, now I'm a zombie
I can't sit still, I've been tweakin' at this party
Six a.m, we dip and then we run it back tomorrow
Shit, that boy been rattin, I just lost all of my sorrow
Think you at the top, that spot is only there to borrow
I've been movin' different in this bitch and all y'all gonna follow
Italian blunts on me only smokin' that gelato
She pull on my bandana, call it hanky
I can't swing that pistol, it too janky
We met face-to-face, No dawg I'm blankin
Popped another pill and now I'm blazin
You cuffed another bitch out of frustration
Next week, she gon' only love the greatest
Got too many flows, I lost my cadence
Popped a couple more, I lost my patience
Written by: Beldon Jones, Mateusz Nycz
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