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Death Grips - Blackjack
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Songwriter
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Songwriter
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Producer
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Producer

Lyrics

Always keep my- Always keep my- Always keep my- Always keep my- How I ride, why I ride, never really had to try I, I, I, euh Never mind that (blackjack) Needle to the mainline junk prepared in a head that Never came up for air Fallin' apart, can't get a grip Don't give a fuck if I did Way shit goes It'll be just fine Oh, oh, oh How to rob men blind (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that Can't do a thing Black, black Black, black Black, black Black, black Blackjack Comin' from that hit me until 21 makes Your chips mine Black jack don't trip You got the bill 21 shots to your grill Bow down or die everytime I slap them thangs Flat black chains rattlin' Shawshank the box Can't be contained Man came to pick the lock Empty the vault And leave no trace Sleep don't wake Hit 'em low and keep rollin' to the beat no breaks Slow it down then accelerate To hell it's cake Like sellin' weight No middle man Made bitch mistakes (Blackjack) High king, ace, to knees the place Put down by G's raisin' the stakes You know what's up Straight How the fuck is that? (Blackjack) You know what's up Straight But don't forget to watch this Tongue push bankroll off my lips Who the hell are you legit? What the fuck you think, man? Shit (Blackjack) Always keep my, blackjack Always keep my No need to count the deck I own it Drop that Lead chin check To your dome it's on black Respect me zone or get caught back-handed Leather strap hit you so hard knocked flat Broke by a bloke with that golden contact Glove hold the smoke Of most high fire bon tap tap Can't do a thing but fold, yeah, watch that (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that (Can't do a thing but fold), yeah, watch that Can't do a thing Black, black Black, black Black, black Black, black But don't forget to watch this Tongue push bankroll off my lips Who the hell are you legit? What the fuck you think, man? Shit You know what's up Straight How the fuck is that? (Blackjack) Blackjack, don't trip you got the bill 21 shots to your grill (blackjack) Always keep my- Always keep my- Always keep my- Always keep my-
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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