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blaine cobak – just cause lyrics

(indian flute)

man
ya’ll don’t really want it
i hit that k!llswitch
and these lyrics vomit
i’m on my twenty-fifth in this life
telling the fam to please sit tight
as she gets loose, genie another wish
how bout a bad b-tch
one i could f-ck with
and one i could talk to
ma i drop the hoes, for you i always got room
these f-ck boys, nah
they ain’t telling the truth
rapping this, rapping that
but they ain’t blaine cobak
they never be dswag
its too bad but it ain’t a shame
theres levels to this sh-t so level up ya game
check my rank, you stink, like a hoe would
nah f-ck you boy, f-ck your whole hood
do it again i bet my life she would
she would
im like a driving range, and im the only thing she’s aiming for
she get all this, in an overdose
the aire to the throne but this ain’t westeros, go

[hook]

i got this indian flute, so tell me what you wanna do
(y’all don’t really want it)
i got this indian flute, so tell me what you tryna do
(i hit that k!llswitch)
aw yeah im into you, so what you wanna do
(and these lyrics vomit)
aw yeah im into you, so what you tryna do

[verse 2]

problem with ya’ll is, you tryna rush from a to z
not appreciating anything in between
ain’t that life tho?
you never really know what you got until you lost it
never really know what you want until bought it
but you can’t buy love
and you can’t purchase trust
so why you do it for

you do it, just cause

(feeling it)
ayo, we fam not fans
they feigns, not friends
you want me? well here i am
you smoke tree? then share that branch
im od but heres the plan
doing this, the sh-t they said i could not
flow cold, but cloudy, we hotbox the hotrod
the grand am, no thanks
i hit the break and burnout
make no mistake, was burnout
but i was revived by father time
they say live in the present cause its a gift
they say 11:11 make a wish
baby girl don’t cry, don’t weep
she say she can’t remember her dreams when she sleeps
girl you smoking too much
you need that r.e.m to reminisce of me subconsciously
our bodies, our s-x
the way i body all of your stress
no next
never again
will you feel like this
never again
not quite like this
without me
without you
girl the way you look in that dress
you k!lling it, i know you saying that the blunt got you
(i’m feeling it)

(still tippin)

she wanna get high with me

jump on this
confident cloud with me
come take a ride
a popular mountain reaching the peak
she wants to, stay a while
im feeling brand new, no miles
fan view, so sour
smoking on the d
giving the d
now she wants to stay a while
no denial
no frontin, if you do, you excused
excuse me girl, excuse me girl
as i feel on you
im real rude peeps
nah, i’m just realer than you
is it trilla, or k!lla?
who cares if you chocolate or vanilla
strawberry, whatever, i ain’t got no type
these women is all i like
not these girls who scared of monsters at night
come out to play
if you a warrior
girl i’m not one of these dudes who will end up
boring ya
im so intimate, its imminent, if you roll that blunt i’m hitting it
still tipping it
ripping it, pistol pete, 4, 4
like maravich
thats like, d on scary sh-t
thats like, you don’t wanna marry him
i heard them rumors and he still be

still pimpin with these hoes
still ripping em with these flows
getting lit with these hoes
so just act like you know
x2

just let it run
just cause

- blaine cobak lyrics

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