Yeah!
Look!
Red chuckers in this black bucket
Riding all thru hood some bad mutha f*#%
Yeah
Need a b*tch that look like nia long
Cuz every Lauren London I had we never got along
Yeah
Black bottles when thirsty
Everyday my birthday
Ya best day my worst yeah
I make her feel worthy
My pain is always worth they
Happiness I need more place for
Vacation
F*ck ever living basic
Take a cup i want chu to taste it
Tell me your heart vacant
Don't waste it
Yeah
Went from white liquor to brown liquor
Went from playin witcha to settling down witcha
Yeah
Went from new nigga to Old N*****
Went from her nigga to yo n****
Damn
It hurts when Blizzie truthful
That shit you aren't to use to
Back when you thought I knew you
No care on who the new you
We to far into Money moves
You dummy dudes
You goofy n*****
Bully shit all in Party Mizzo abuse these N****
So much fame wit hatred from
Those who all placement
Niggas anxious to squeeze on us
We keep it basic
30 clips on 30 clips
Let's talk drakish
I tuck my chain you gotta kill me if you take it
Being successful ain't ever been the shit we chasing
Yeah
It's only 2 N***£ I trust and that me & Reala
Honestly every other N**** talked more shit than a bitter ex B*tch wit thick hips and full lips
Pussy N**** die everyday N****
I roll wit my guys everyday N****
Another nigga see the box everyday N*****
Party
Roll up talk Money wit me
Yeah pop a 40 wit me
Come Leave wit dese shawtys wit me
Come Hit the Function wit me
Yeah
Money on me like we strapped down
Yeah
Hit a bad b*tch wit da cash sound yeah
Yeah
I'm too Carson Wentz
For this
Nick Foles
Doug Pedersen
Lombardy trophy
The field know me
My city hold me
That same city that mold me
Yeah
Too honest
To live a lie
To honest
To leave ya side
We blooded boy it's do or die
They don't really want dis shit boy they don't really want this shit boy
I got ones ready to drill boy you don't really wanna get hit boy
This what happens when the family feud
Woah der I see all my hoes here
I brought all my bros here
You don't want to go there
B*tch I am boss been the boss
Since she had no hair
Bundles looking good good b*tch good
Let's go upstairs
Blizzie GMN - Function Lyrics
Blizzie GMN - Function Lyrics
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Yeah!
Look!
Red chuckers in this black bucket
Riding all thru hood some bad mutha f*#%
Yeah
Need a b*tch that look like nia long
Cuz every Lauren London I had we never got along
Yeah
Black bottles when thirsty
Everyday my birthday
Ya best day my worst yeah
I make her feel worthy
My pain is always worth they
Happiness I need more place for
Vacation
F*ck ever living basic
Take a cup i want chu to taste it
Tell me your heart vacant
Don't waste it
Yeah
Went from white liquor to brown liquor
Went from playin witcha to settling down witcha
Yeah
Went from new nigga to Old N*****
Went from her nigga to yo n****
Damn
It hurts when Blizzie truthful
That shit you aren't to use to
Back when you thought I knew you
No care on who the new you
We to far into Money moves
You dummy dudes
You goofy n*****
Bully shit all in Party Mizzo abuse these N****
So much fame wit hatred from
Those who all placement
Niggas anxious to squeeze on us
We keep it basic
30 clips on 30 clips
Let's talk drakish
I tuck my chain you gotta kill me if you take it
Being successful ain't ever been the shit we chasing
Yeah
It's only 2 N***£ I trust and that me & Reala
Honestly every other N**** talked more shit than a bitter ex B*tch wit thick hips and full lips
Pussy N**** die everyday N****
I roll wit my guys everyday N****
Another nigga see the box everyday N*****
Party
Roll up talk Money wit me
Yeah pop a 40 wit me
Come Leave wit dese shawtys wit me
Come Hit the Function wit me
Yeah
Money on me like we strapped down
Yeah
Hit a bad b*tch wit da cash sound yeah
Yeah
I'm too Carson Wentz
For this
Nick Foles
Doug Pedersen
Lombardy trophy
The field know me
My city hold me
That same city that mold me
Yeah
Too honest
To live a lie
To honest
To leave ya side
We blooded boy it's do or die
They don't really want dis shit boy they don't really want this shit boy
I got ones ready to drill boy you don't really wanna get hit boy
This what happens when the family feud
Woah der I see all my hoes here
I brought all my bros here
You don't want to go there
B*tch I am boss been the boss
Since she had no hair
Bundles looking good good b*tch good
Let's go upstairs
Look!
Red chuckers in this black bucket
Riding all thru hood some bad mutha f*#%
Yeah
Need a b*tch that look like nia long
Cuz every Lauren London I had we never got along
Yeah
Black bottles when thirsty
Everyday my birthday
Ya best day my worst yeah
I make her feel worthy
My pain is always worth they
Happiness I need more place for
Vacation
F*ck ever living basic
Take a cup i want chu to taste it
Tell me your heart vacant
Don't waste it
Yeah
Went from white liquor to brown liquor
Went from playin witcha to settling down witcha
Yeah
Went from new nigga to Old N*****
Went from her nigga to yo n****
Damn
It hurts when Blizzie truthful
That shit you aren't to use to
Back when you thought I knew you
No care on who the new you
We to far into Money moves
You dummy dudes
You goofy n*****
Bully shit all in Party Mizzo abuse these N****
So much fame wit hatred from
Those who all placement
Niggas anxious to squeeze on us
We keep it basic
30 clips on 30 clips
Let's talk drakish
I tuck my chain you gotta kill me if you take it
Being successful ain't ever been the shit we chasing
Yeah
It's only 2 N***£ I trust and that me & Reala
Honestly every other N**** talked more shit than a bitter ex B*tch wit thick hips and full lips
Pussy N**** die everyday N****
I roll wit my guys everyday N****
Another nigga see the box everyday N*****
Party
Roll up talk Money wit me
Yeah pop a 40 wit me
Come Leave wit dese shawtys wit me
Come Hit the Function wit me
Yeah
Money on me like we strapped down
Yeah
Hit a bad b*tch wit da cash sound yeah
Yeah
I'm too Carson Wentz
For this
Nick Foles
Doug Pedersen
Lombardy trophy
The field know me
My city hold me
That same city that mold me
Yeah
Too honest
To live a lie
To honest
To leave ya side
We blooded boy it's do or die
They don't really want dis shit boy they don't really want this shit boy
I got ones ready to drill boy you don't really wanna get hit boy
This what happens when the family feud
Woah der I see all my hoes here
I brought all my bros here
You don't want to go there
B*tch I am boss been the boss
Since she had no hair
Bundles looking good good b*tch good
Let's go upstairs
Writer: Sincere Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid