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booky blanco - heavyweight lyrics

[verse 1]:
keep a tool on me with a belt cutting up like jigsaw
long nights early mornings started having missed calls
missed calls i’m having missed calls i’m having missed calls
withdrawals i’m having withdrawals i’m having withdrawals
i’m drinking kathryn hall cabernet
like it’s rose cristal
she wanna write me overseas but i’m not a pen pal
linking for mementos
smoking in the venue
i was in a jug house
serving up the menu
i got the routing number and the checking
send it to the pay pal
member scr-ping up the bowl wishing it was steak house
she work the playboy club i’m tryna take her to the safe house
hit it again and again had to get in like an 8 count
add her barbie friend
made it the liason
ride it like a schwinn
did it with my chains on
light up in this b-tch
now i’m screaming flame on
they telling me well done
that’s how i like my mignon

[hook]:
i came out the ring like a heavyweight
belt on my waist like a heavyweight
on the floor i was wishing for better days
had to boot up we ain’t talking ella mai
roll the dice i don’t care if you speculate
ain’t no sm-t on my name get the record straight
if he fall out of line gotta demonstrate
if he fall out of line gotta demonstrate
i came out the ring like a heavyweight
belt on my waist like a heavyweight
never home so i cannot domesticate
mia with a zoe he say sak pase
inside of that b-tch and i decorate
tried to leave me for dead i resuscitate
up up and away and i’m miles away
jet lagged in a vip gotta calibrate

[verse 2]:
keep your antennas up
you know when i’m outside
roll the dice we got mob ties
on the steps with a malta
connected like wifi
gang members and high fives
no we don’t high points
get hit with a drive by
me and pollo on standby
we like jigga and ty ty
they gon follow the blue print
end up on a mile high
everybody want pop smoke
who gon let the woo in
i’m throwing euro’s up
she feeling the movement
you going out real bad
that’s why they be choosing
them boys blew a bag on em
he barely recouping
i was smoking a russian cream
vladimir putin
i cut ties with my loose ends
now i’m back in the lead
said i wasn’t gon do it
but i had to believe
taste like a boss don’t it
won’t you agree
we goin to war
in these army fatigues
this a comme des garcon
wear my heart on my sleeve

- booky blanco lyrics

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