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sadphirelake - 666444 lyrics

producer tag
+bool on the beat+

[intro]
four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
aye, where’s the blow?
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
sixty four
aye, where’s the blow?
(shawty you know)
(yah!)
[hook]
where’s the blow?
like, n+gga, where’s the blow?
coolin’ on my lone, smoking all this dope
n+ggas got no munchies, now i’m chefin’ in my home
n+gga touch my food, imma smack ‘em with the scope
i’m not picking up, so please, don’t call my phone
i don’t got a lighter so imma use the stove
water goblin high, but i’m sinking while i float
shawty, hurry up and hop in, so we can go

[verse]
aye
i never slow down my pace cuz i can not take 2nd place
so i treat life like a race, you know i got nos in the tank
f+ck what a n+gga gon think!
they gon be riding my wave
and never chasing these b+tches cuz they only get in the way
continuing chasing the riches, swing the location my way
i know you sippin’ on lean, that explains why you sleeping on me
he trynna to kick it with me? (whoa)
trynna get a feature for free?
you is not equal to me!
tokyo bool on the beat
and i’m rocking that supreme
young n+gga looking clean
pulled up on ya team
keep my balance like a libra
shawty in my two+seater
she rollin’ fronto and the reefer
tell them n+ggas, “better keep up!”
tell those f+ck n+ggas, “better keep up!”
[hook]
where’s the blow?
like, n+gga, where’s the blow?
coolin’ on my lone, smoking all this dope
n+ggas got no munchies, now i’m chefin’ in my home
n+gga touch my food, imma smack ‘em with the scope
i’m not picking up, so please, don’t call my phone
i don’t got a lighter so imma use the stove
water goblin high, but i’m sinking while i float
shawty, hurry up and hop in, so we can go
(yah)

[dretv verse]
shawty we can go+go to the studio
yeah, came back cold!
go+oh on the go+go
bad b+tch, yeah, came from tokyo+yo
f+cking with a foreign b+tch, polo ralph lauren b+tch
yes, i’m feeling crisp!
young n+gga, yeah, looking at my wrist
ice on my wrist, 24k brisk
i don’t give a f+ck!
your b+tch take a l!ck
your b+tch take a lyft, coming to my crib, coming to my crib
dretv in the b+tch
postboys rollin’ up backwoods
i just took yo b+tch in the back woods
feeling pretty grizzly, yeah, n+gga came back with the glizzy
i don’t give a f+ck
young boy out the city, yeah
did it pretty silly, yeah
n+gga got a stiffy, so she finna give me sticky, yeah
talking bout the heady, yeah
giving me becky, yeah, b+tches pretty s+xy, yeah
chillin’ with a foxy b+tch
chillin’ with a rocky bih
[hook]
where’s the blow?
like, n+gga, where’s the blow?
coolin’ on my lone, smoking all this dope
n+ggas got no munchies, now i’m chefin’ in my home
n+gga touch my food, imma smack ‘em with the scope
i’m not picking up, so please, don’t call my phone
i don’t got a lighter so imma use the stove
water goblin high, but i’m sinking while i float
shawty, hurry up and hop in, so we can go
(yah)

[outro]
a place where we can go, so we can go
a place where we can go, so we can go
a place where we can go, so we can go
a place where we can go, so we can go

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