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Blender

by Jay Critch

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(Crobz) (Basso) You know I speak for the city when I rap I'm the Hood Favorite you know that shit, man Talk Money Gang, big TME Rest in peace the guys, man, I'ma live it up for the guys Can't never stress that little shit, that shit ain't nothin' Done took big losses, man, this shit ain't nothin' Havin' this shit, man, big Talk Money shit Ayy, signed the world up, 30! I could never stress a loss I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause I'm havin' shit In the spot I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (baddie) Eatin' good, a table full of savages And I'm not with the, he say she say Shooters run down with the sticks like relay Dior hoodie on me look like a towel Water on me, it's a beach day (hey) Hood Fav, let me talk to the trenches We was trappin' right on the park benches (jugg) While you pushin' your kid on the swing We was pushin' whatever you mentioned What you need, we got low and expensive (jugg, jugg) I pop out and I'm lookin' expensive See the talkin', I'm feelin' the tension Big toolie, put you in the blender (boom) Don't be a hero, this not the Avengers (not the Avengers) My brodie gone, now we gotta avenge him (gotta avenge him) And if they spin, we return 'em to sender (return 'em to sender) And that's God, nigga (that's God), give it back to my moms (mama love) Just for them days used to pray to God with us She the reason why I go hard with it (ayy) Clips loaded and the cars tinted Chip readin' all the cards hittin' (hey) And it's real shit, bitch, it's authentic Crib with the pool and my wrist on Jacuzzi Know niggas changin' their life off the UE's Big body whip, I can't fit in the two seat I gotta put all my trust in my toolie Run up, I make it start singin' like Toosii I could never stress a loss I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause I'm havin' shit (havin' it) In the spot I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (baddie) Eatin' good, a table full of savages (savages) And I'm not with the, he say she say Shooters run down with the sticks like relay (like relay) Dior hoodie on me look like a towel Water on me, it's a beach day (hey) Hood Fav, let me talk to the trenches (Hood Fav) We was trappin' right on the park benches (jugg) While you pushin' your kid on the swing (on the swing) We was pushin' whatever you mentioned (jugg, jugg) What you need? We got low and expensive I pop out and I'm lookin' expensive (lookin' expensive) See the talkin', I'm feelin' the tension (feelin' the tension) Big toolie, put you in the blender (grraow) Top down in the middle of summer my wrist is still in December (ice) I don't like these niggas and I'ma make it known, bitch it's only the members Big ice on the chains, and I wear this shit wherever whenever (big TME) Shorty pull up, back then she try to curve, gave her dick to remember (hey) She a bird, I ain't pickin' no feathers (pickin' no feathers) I was broke, had to drip in the Skechers (drip in the Skechers) Niggas pussy, they itchin' to tell (itchin' to tell) Brodie still in the kitchen with bales (kitchen with-, jugg, jugg) Feelin' good, put a bitch in Chanel, sike (hey) I'm with the gang, throw it up like bikes When I was young, wanna ball like Mike (ball like Mike) It ain't work out, but I still got stripes (still got stripes) Stripes in the streets and it's stripes on the blue hunnids (stripes on the blue hunnids) I'm in the V with the strap like, "Who want it?" (Who want it?) We got this shit out the dirt like dune buggies (like dune buggies) You try to take it from me and you doomed (and you doomed) Cartier changin' the color of rooms (color of rooms) I'm in BK where they givin' out tombs (BK) Think it's the A, 'cause we still havin' brooms You could get FaceTime'd, you could get Zoom'd (grraow) I could never stress a loss I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause I'm havin' shit (havin' it) In the spot I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (baddie) Eatin' good, a table full of savages (savages) And I'm not with the, he say she say Shooters run down with the sticks like relay (like relay) Dior hoodie on me look like a towel Water on me, it's a beach day (Hood Fav) Hood Fav, let me talk to the trenches (Hood Fav) We was trappin' right on the park benches (jugg) While you pushin' your kid on the swing (on the swing) We was pushin' whatever you mentioned (jugg, jugg) What you need? We got low and expensive I pop out and I'm lookin' expensive (lookin' expensive) See the talkin', I'm feelin' the tension (feelin' the tension) Big toolie, put you in the blender (grraow, stupid)

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