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blazer boccle - flicky on tour lyrics

[verse 1: blazer boccle]
hands always hiding my face in my pictures
looking like i’m tryna buy bleach
took man’s jewels with my g, sold that for a g, now we got five each
i got a princess like peach, big br++sts, nice t++th, link skets, try beat
say it with your chest my g
if you’re vexed, try speak, try test my team
tell them man that they’re not bad
do it on horseback, mask of zorro
if you try get me, best end me or i’ma get you too like bono
bullets in the gun coulda come from a junkie’s gum
cah the t++th look hollow
i want my money, you p+ssy, you best go bеg or steal or borrow
f+ck obbo, the gang conspire, bonfirе on feds in their normal attire
tryna get in my car but they’re wearing a wire
where did you get my number, you liar?
why are man tryna sound like i are? sh+t, i mean i am
heart’s clean but my hands are dirty like dianne
i got the batman like giggs, like ryan
i move on the pitch too sick, i’m chyan
smoke on the spliff, got me feeling triad
life always tries stressing man
if i was a lesser man, i woulda just gave up
my dad, he’s a wasteman
he never tried raise man, he wonders why we can’t make up
i were raised by a proud black woman
you know them ones with the hardened face
all of my gang them man that shout out their mum on father’s day
in a car with carnivores, can’t count this raw, i’ll carve his face
blud, man talk bout war, when they see me say “safe”
see me on tour with a fl!cky on stage
[verse 2: quade poundsign]
none of my b+tches wear a watch, they know what time it is
it’s p+o+u+n+d, if you’re talking time then the time is his
i had two b+tches last night giving me top, what a time to live
and i’m always good at receiving even though i’m the type to give
cah when certain girls get lonely, they pick up the phone and phone me
they’re saying they want to adore me so i went over to sophie’s
she were putting up candles for me, making sh+t look homely
just for me to dip and fake a flip and link the homies
terrible, leaning like i ate an edible
flexing like mr incredible, i’m on a pedestal, know i’m a general
she’s on my case like a federal
i’m preeing the ting, is it deadable?
do i pattern it up?
now i’m up in the club and i’m shining and looking presentable
i’m on a new wave, white bally and new face
quick trim, that’s new fade, catch a look from boo’s face
got man like “quade you’re too waved”, too lit to do stage
i’m like nah, move weight, just watch me whip and cruise straight

- blazer boccle lyrics

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