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front royal - blasé lyrics

bukka bukka blow’, shut the f-ck up now
run up in my house?
that’s a f-cking joke boy, try and air me out (yuh)
silver on my neck, silver on my f-cking wrist
yo we back in full effect, so we slam that sh-t

i’ve learned nothing from living except to live like a villain
that d-ck is dastardly feeling, my d-ck be nasty and willing
i want that west coast volvo covered in some rose gold
that sh-t be my centerfold, we gonna slam that sh-t

holy f-ck, you test me
you? you test my patience
send your shots, i’m waiting
i’m waiting, b-tch i’m waiting still
f-ck the money, give me meals
f-ck the cup, give me the fifth
take a sip, while i slam that sh-t, go

how you feeling it? my d-ck goes in where the sh-t fit
that mouth looks nice, let me f-cking hit
your mouth stained white, don’t spit
yeah i’m tired of all that lip-flap that chit-chat that convo
just kneel here, put your head back while i slam that sh-t

yadda yadda yadda yadda
blasé blasé blah
truth be told i ain’t f-cking with y’all
yadda yadda yadda yadda
blasé blasé blah
truth be told i ain’t f-cking with

bukka bukka blow’, shut the f-ck up now
run up in my house?
that’s a f-cking joke boy try and air me out (yuh)
silver on my neck, silver on my f-cking wrist
yo we back in full effect, so we slam that sh-t

come and f-cking square up then
i don’t f-ck with all you b-tches
i got my crew around me and we known to hit them switches
i been stuck in my bag, who the f-ck do you think i am
punch-drunk f-cker with my d-ck up in my hand
yadda, yadda, yadda, all you talk is that bullsh-t
truth is, you f-cking lames
it is just what it is
so sit the f-ck down
i ain’t here to make friends, no
get a f-cking grip while i slam that sh-t, go

yadda yadda yadda yadda
blasé blasé blah
truth be told i ain’t f-cking with y’all
yadda yadda yadda yadda
blasé blasé blah
truth be told i ain’t f-cking with

- front royal lyrics

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