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official_jfx - blah blah blah lyrics

intro:
woah woah woah woah
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
jfx b+e+r+n+a+r+d
bring the whole crew pull through to the party (come on over)
treat my glass like a baby lock it up in the car seat
anxiety +xiety you can hear my heart beat
heartbeat you can hear my heart beat
i’m a dark freak
once you spark me i leave the narcs weak
talk’s cheap, when the box eat, who dare cross me?
i’m a shepard you a follower i guess you part sheep

chorus:
laugh my way to the bank
like ha ha ha (ha ha ha)
pockets full of posies
like la la la (la la la)
usеd to be something i ain’t
oh nah nah nah (nah nah nah)
peoplе be giving advice
i just hear blah blah blah (blah blah)

verse:
i know everything you know
kicking it, judo
she make it move though (woah)
i’m blasting off and i’m going to pluto (woah)
still spitting fire like zuko (woah)
uh uh
b+tch, this is my anthem (uh)
thinking and flowing and singing at random (woah woah)
can’t understand him (nope)
you just got ghosted i’m danny phantom (aye aye)
uh uh
nah i’m really a gentlemen
need a few minutes to settle in (aye)
body filled up with adrenaline when i go long it’s a touchdown like edleman (oo)
winning the super bowl, how could you not know i’m setting the pace (setting the pace)
got me feeling like woah, stubborn i’m stubbing my toe. the paper chase (whoa)
making me lose control, i think i’m losing my soul, whatever it takes (whatever it takes)
keep head high not low; always more room to grow. get me a vase (get me a vase)
need me some flower to smoke; lately been counting my crows, yeah they want a taste (they want a taste)
city been up like “bro, jfx about to blow all over the place” (woo woo woo)
but i think they already knew that (yessir)
that’s old news i’m old school, this trip trap meets boom bap (yuh)
not something that you used to (no)
probably got a couple screws lose (yuh)
decisions that you choose cannot solve problems, blues clues
lose, lose? nah mother f+cker i want win, win (yuh)
best b+tch, best dope, best whip, big rims (big rims)
when it spins, let it rip. medicine hit again (hit again)
i ain’t talking poker when i say i got a pair of tens (pair of tens)
(does he really?)
nah baby that’s cap (oh word)
i ain’t never get no chicks like that
but the fl!ck of my wrist just might bite back (woah woah woah woah)
tearing the walls of this b+tch like shaq (woah woah)
got my mom’s back not stepping on crack (yessir)
jumping these hurdles they keep me on track
effort is something you lack it’s wack, b+tch
chorus:
laugh my way to the bank
like ha ha ha (ha ha ha)
pockets full of posies
like la la la (la la la)
used to be something i ain’t
oh nah nah nah (nah nah nah)
people be giving advice
i just hear blah blah blah (blah blah)

verse:
all that i’m hearing is gibberish
she got my d+ck in her mouth like it’s licorice (woah woah)
i met a genie he told me to pick a wish (aye aye)
i told him i wanna know where the liquor is (yuh yuh)
uh uh
my momma my daddy been worried about my ganja reliance (what)
got this sh+t down to a science (yuh)
no end in sight no mayans (no no)
time to think a little deeper (yup)
so i roll up a little reefer
candy, chillin with billy and mandy (aye)
catch ya later, grim reaper (see ya)
motherf+cker see ya later (peace), you ain’t gonna catch me
why not us? get off of the bus when you’re down no games to three (aye)
that’s an ode to ’04 (yessir), been down bad but no more (no no)
unless she making me go down in that case, oh sure (yes please)
get a comeback so pure (so pure)
bet they can’t stand it, no floor (no no)
i’ve made it way too far to be stopped by another closed door (whoa + aye)
so next time i make sure i got the keys
plugging my ears when you talk to me
i know you sleeping you caught some z’s
flip middle finger to block my peace
head on a swivel you gotta protect
all of the money you put on your neck
blowing your hard earned check that’s a bad idea that i gotta reject (no no no)
so b+tch, ring that bell. i threw all my dreams in the wishing well
i wish him well, unless he’s talking sh+t then i gotta give him h+ll
only time will tell
imma go be what i told myself
a young og with a diamond belt
tour the whole world then be home by twelve
outro:
it’s the papal states tapes, uh, the papacy
tell me you don’t like this i’ll just say the papacy
that’s something you hate to see now get the h+ll away from me

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