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blasian baddie - 4 x 4 lyrics

[intro]
(es, is that you?)
(scratch mixed it)
(likkle dotz)
look

[verse 1: kwengface]
i like brownies, coolie
like ’em thick and a bit unruly (ayy, turn up)
girl throwin’ it back, throw under attack
bitin’ her lips, she naughty (mad)
i need me a girl from south that’s gonna get down when i call for the toolie (brr, brr)
i need me a girl from south that’s gonna get down when i call for the toolie

[verse 2: blasian baddie]
big blasian, who they’re chattin’ about?
hold man’s tool, what’s he chattin’ about?
kweng wants a girl that snaps when she pouts
them gyal there trash, so i’m takin’ ’em out
like kweng, swear you want a coolie (mm+mm)
that’s a little unruly
big breast and booty
grip on my neck, come do me

[chorus: blasian baddie, kwengface]
look, i’m with kweng in a four+by+four
none of your business, close the door
feelin’ up on me, grippin’ up on me
in a lambo’, that’s aventador
in a whip with blasian b
if i see me a opp, yo, take the wheel
bad b in five+inch heels
and a f+ck off back, match my appeal
[verse 3: kwengface]
one hand on the amg
one hand on her cooch, just rubbin’ this cl+t
can’t lie, i’m a thug
but when i get some uck, man, i moan like a b+tch (uh)
baby girl, come swallow these kids
if you move too slow, i’ll cum on your tits
when i pull on your hair and grip on your throat
you say i got too much vim

[verse 4: blasian baddie]
kweng said he want a bad b from the south (mm+mm)
hair did, nails did, good with her mouth
send a driver with the packs in the car
but we on obbo, so i’m changin’ the route
i was in the field, you was in the house
i was in the trap, you was on the couch
you ain’t never gone to a brick from an ounce
on the roads, stay far from the rats and i’m out
boy, stop cappin’
blasian, yeah, i put the rap in rappin’
music money while them boy still trappin’ (brr)
gettin’ to the bag, why them girls still chattin’?
if it’s buss downs, then it’s probably hatton
them gyal pop down, they ain’t never been patterned
they ain’t never been patterned
they ain’t never been patterned
[verse 5: kwengface]
oi, they ain’t never been patterned (nope)
i buy hand tings, i ain’t shoppin’ in hattons
the way that she ride this d, talent
and i know that you get some practice (oi, come here)
would you burn my clothes if i slap this?
do it for real, man, i ain’t no catfish
kwengface, fully on badness
f+ckin’ with boujie tings, no ratchets

- blasian baddie lyrics

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