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BlondHead - Last Name Lyrics



BlondHead - Last Name Lyrics




Already, Already, Already, Whooo
I said oowww got money, yea we Drop the top down when it's sunny
I said oowww got money, yea we Drop the top down when it's sunny

I can tell by ya post girl
He don't really treat you like he should girl
You don't really smile how you post to
Slide me the addy baby girl and I'll come through

Trying to give you the keys to my place
I'm just trying to give yo ass high praise
You should be seated front row
You deserve being exposed to the upmost

You have dreams of taking trips to LA
Tickets for the splash brothers by the bay
You said the furthest that you've been is the A
You've never had ya keys taken by valet

I'm trying to be your escape plan
I'm just trying to do the things that ya man can't
Anything you want just name it
Mess around & end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name

Past few months you dunt been through some shit girl
Every night you got me praying for Azelle girl
I'm just trying to show you that I care
Would it make you feel better if my name was on ya mail girl, whoo

Baby tell me how you feel
Would you like it if we packed up & moved to the hills

Put the boys in the best schools
I'm talking polos wit slacks & some dress shoes

Me & u going crazy at they football games
I'm trying to throw yo ass in the Range
Yea that blue ranger is to blame
But since day one ain't a damn, ain't a damn thang changed

Just know I mean every word I say
Baby girl your past due for some better days
Anything you want just name it
Mess around & end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name, ah

I said ooww, got money
Yea we drop the top down when it's sunny

Ima show you all the things you never seen girl
Now you smiling cause you know you got a real one, I said

Oowww, got money
Yea we drop the top down when it's sunny

Yea that Bruno got me feeling kinda old school
Don't need nobody saying what we can and we can't do, foreal

Floss you out with every purse for every season
I think it's time to settle down & your the reason

No interruptions while I'm texting back Tina
No messin round wit Latinas
She sexy yea like Salina

I ain't tryina to be ya boy I'm tryinga be ya man
Let's finish things off wit some wedding bands

Anything you want just name it
Mess around and end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name
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Already, Already, Already, Whooo
I said oowww got money, yea we Drop the top down when it's sunny
I said oowww got money, yea we Drop the top down when it's sunny

I can tell by ya post girl
He don't really treat you like he should girl
You don't really smile how you post to
Slide me the addy baby girl and I'll come through

Trying to give you the keys to my place
I'm just trying to give yo ass high praise
You should be seated front row
You deserve being exposed to the upmost

You have dreams of taking trips to LA
Tickets for the splash brothers by the bay
You said the furthest that you've been is the A
You've never had ya keys taken by valet

I'm trying to be your escape plan
I'm just trying to do the things that ya man can't
Anything you want just name it
Mess around & end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name

Past few months you dunt been through some shit girl
Every night you got me praying for Azelle girl
I'm just trying to show you that I care
Would it make you feel better if my name was on ya mail girl, whoo

Baby tell me how you feel
Would you like it if we packed up & moved to the hills

Put the boys in the best schools
I'm talking polos wit slacks & some dress shoes

Me & u going crazy at they football games
I'm trying to throw yo ass in the Range
Yea that blue ranger is to blame
But since day one ain't a damn, ain't a damn thang changed

Just know I mean every word I say
Baby girl your past due for some better days
Anything you want just name it
Mess around & end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name, ah

I said ooww, got money
Yea we drop the top down when it's sunny

Ima show you all the things you never seen girl
Now you smiling cause you know you got a real one, I said

Oowww, got money
Yea we drop the top down when it's sunny

Yea that Bruno got me feeling kinda old school
Don't need nobody saying what we can and we can't do, foreal

Floss you out with every purse for every season
I think it's time to settle down & your the reason

No interruptions while I'm texting back Tina
No messin round wit Latinas
She sexy yea like Salina

I ain't tryina to be ya boy I'm tryinga be ya man
Let's finish things off wit some wedding bands

Anything you want just name it
Mess around and end up Instagram famous, ahh

I don't know, all the things that he put you through
I do know, all the things that I'd do for you
I don't know, why you keep messin wit these lames
I do know, I'm tryina give you my last name
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Writer: Joe Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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