lil blade - where them ones at lyrics
[intro]
(good looking, dnell)
let’s get it
yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
pulled up to the club with a n+gga rent money on me (rent money)
laughin’ at you n+ggas in the line, but ain’t sh+t funny (haha)
if a b+tch ain’t got a bag, she ain’t got sh+t for me (ain’t got sh+t)
and my pocket filled with bread, but my wrist honey (b+tch)
and my neck so froze, got my nose runny (come on)
yeah, go’n bounce that ass, put my chain on it (yeah)
i was tryna hit the b+tch, i seen a lame on it (i’m straight)
yeah, my side b+tch callin’, but my main want me (d+mn)
she tellin’ me don’t go, she done came on me (came)
rose+gold chain and it got my daddy face on it (uh+huh)
make these hoes chase me, i don’t never chase women (uh+huh)
man, this n+gga so broke, he need a brace on him (broke+ass)
pull a b+tch weave, now she beggin’ for a lace frontal (yeah)
[chorus]
i’m already blowed (blowed), where them ones at? (come on)
ran out of blues (blues), where them dubs at? (bring ’em)
man, these hoes in here weak, where them ones at? (where them ones at?)
when a n+gga talkin’ sh+t, say they love that (yeah, they love that)
i like bougie hoes, but my mans love rats (i got you)
walked past a b+tch, she like, “where my hug at?” (d+mn)
leave your boring friends at home, where the fun at? (where they at?)
i been scoring all night, ain’t never run back (never)
[verse 2]
used to blow a b+tch back out, sunday night smackdown (yeah)
thought you was a big girl, why you tryna back out? (why you on that?)
put a b+tch leg in the air, make her tap out (uh+huh)
heard lbi with his b+tch, he ’bout to crash out (gone)
hoes on my head, i just only got a joggy on
i ain’t payin’ for no p+ssy, really, i be d+gg+n’ hoes (roof)
how you broke, but want a rich n+gga? what be wrong with hoes?
tellin’ me to send her flowers, told the b+tch my presi’ rose (dumb b+tch)
francky all platinum, i ain’t even put the presi’ on
order another bottle, they want another shot (bring it)
she don’t really f+ck with n+ggas, i done got her shocked
i just really wanna f+ck, i don’t gotta lie (i don’t got to)
said she wanna f+ck too, but she kinda shy (okay)
i don’t really press hoes, i’m her type of guy (yeah)
ass up, head down, that’s her type of ride (let’s get it)
she was already in my dm, i don’t gotta slide (lil’ n+gga)
[chorus]
i’m already blowed (blowed), where them ones at? (come on)
ran out of blues (blues), where them dubs at? (bring ’em)
man, these hoes in here weak, where them ones at? (where them ones at?)
when a n+gga talkin’ sh+t, say they love that (yeah, they love that)
i like bougie hoes, but my mans love rats (i got you)
walked past a b+tch, she like, “where my hug at?” (d+mn)
leave your boring friends at home, where the fun at? (where they at?)
i been scoring all night, ain’t never run back (never)
[bridge]
if your nails done, hold your hands up (where you at?)
if your hair done, hold your hands up (where you at?)
if your rent paid, hold your hands up (where you at?)
if your n+gga at the crib, hold your hands up (where you at?)
[outro]
neph
if you like them lil’ d+ck+eatin’ dogs, do that lil’ thing, uh+huh
hmm+hmm, regular sh+t
where we at?
post up, one time, neph
where the f+ck n+ggas goin’ on?
i don’t see you
neph, where them lil’ d+ck+eatin’ dogs at?
one time, uh+huh
yeah, yeah
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?
regular sh+t, we in the d, let’s do it, uh+huh
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