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blo - hays lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, risk, you crazy)
take me somewhere far away from here, from here
take me somewhere far away from here, from here

[verse]
i know i been gone for a minute
don’t trip, i’ll be back and i’m goin’ whim whamiee, i’m talkin’ ’bout in it
i want lamb chop with asparagus, please don’t fill my plate with spinach
i feel like yak, the perc’ was fake, but i still took it ’cause i’m a gremlin
went to the [?] side [?] tuck his tail, no, h+ll nah, stood on business
tryna turn a [?] to a playground, me, lil fat, and wicked
mama keep askin’ why they sent me to hays, i’m safer in the trenches
that sh+t just hit the fences
d+mn, but i ain’t get
the fans want me to drop a tape, tell the label send my deposit
i’m ’bout [?] i got fifty in a bitcoin wallet
used to be scammin’, she in [?] for real, i really don’t gotta go shoppin’
i ain’t even gotta go shoppin’
got music, i won’t even drop it
and if the opps’d k!ll me now, i still would be the topic
i can be dead [?] i bet i still pop it
this b+tch from houston, she wanna sit courtside and watch the rockets (d+mn, risk, you crazy)
i was strikin’ [?]
you give me a few days, i bet you i can run through like ‘tween twenty, thirty apartments
judge sent me to prison, bro gave me the knife and i didn’t even know how to sharpen it
i be shoppin’ in walmart, when it come to opps, i really don’t never have a target
if you hang with a n+gga, you a target
i use the camera every time i back in, barely can see when i park it
close or a n+gga lyin’, you better of usin’ a sharpie
you gotta be on that [?]
i got fans that’s countin’ on [?] again, i’m one of the hardest
sorry to my fans
it been hard [?] and i been tryna make it last
this [?] tryna [?], i charged him 2k for a [?]
i know i’m a rapper, but i be feelin’ normal as f+ck, i still talk to my fans (d+mn, risk, you crazy)
i know i’m a rapper, but i don’t give a f+ck about rappin’
i want a thousand zips in the chain gang, i’m still trappin’
and they say, “call me every time you go to magic”
flippin’ packs and runnin’ through hoes, i guess i’m somethin’ like my daddy (somethin’ like kevin)

- blo lyrics

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