Blasphemy

Ray Vaughn

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    Vaughn

    Newborn tiger, I'm earning my stripes (Stripes)
    Crosshair, bitch, it's on sight
    Tippy toes if you try reachin' my height
    Niggas fantasia can't read me my rights
    I don't wanna fuck, you ain't even my type
    Niggas wait to see me in person then type
    Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
    Niggas gettin' parked for not sendin' out kites (Kites)
    Tell a nigga, Line it up (Uh), baguettes is diamond cut (Cut)
    Finger got paper cuts (Cuts), bitches, 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 (Damn)

    I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
    You ain't gonna fuck 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

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    Fuck up the forecast (Forecast)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
    Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
    I fuck up the forecast (Ayy, ayy)

    Since I was six, nigga, I've been flyin' first class
    I don't fuck with birds, but a nigga took bird baths (Shirp)
    No yellow brick road, I had a dirt path
    Ask my bitch, 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)
    Killa season, bitch, we killin' cam
    All season, bitch, we killin' cams
    Wavy nigga, never give a damn (Damn)

    I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me
    You ain't gonna fuck 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

    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf, shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
    Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash (Shiuf)
    I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf)
    Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf)
    Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash
    I fuck up the forecast

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    Composición: Oz, Boi-1da, Ray Vaughn y Michael Samuels Jr.

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