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z8 - blast lyrics

[verse 1: averythegoat]
we pulling up in a motherf+cking porsche
driven so fast i thought it was a horse
and i got such speed it’s a speed force
call me the flash i be moving too fast
zooming straight to the motherf+cking cash
if you want smoke i’ll never do the dash
b+tch i stay in my mansion counting cash
just f+cked your b+tch last night it was a blast
pull up, shoot my shot like steve nash
this the crew we don’t really f+ck with you

[verse 2: simplychase]
aced gang on the motherf+cking track
counting all this paper all this motherf+cking cash
see an opp, d+mn hide the motherf+cking stash
we doing donuts and you know we finna crash
whole gang in the motherf+cking whip
dip, lean, swag, and you know i got the drip
sipping on a soda, yeah i’m sipping on a pibb
met her at a party then i took her to my crib
she threw me on my bad started sucking on my d+ck
head game strong got me doing backflips
head game strong got me doing backflips
n+gga, head game strong got me doing back flips
[verse 3: donnbemovin]
head game strong got her doing backflips
dip, lean, fendi, and you know we got the drip
got the money and you know we finna leave a tip
aye, do the dash
money rolling, and you know we got the cash
and you know we got the stash, cheddar
and i’m marching like a motherf+cking feather
like a bird finna fly
going ghost disappear in the sky
got the goggles and you know i’m finna spy
tippy, tippy
tippy toe
finna rap to this beat really slow
bout to spit on this sh+t switch my flow
switching lanes
iced out chains
on my neck
bout to fly in a jet, in the sky
drive by to your house
and you know you in the trap like a mouse
got the cheese
need fabreze, in your house
and you know you bout to sit on the couch
in your room
put that b+tch, ah ah, in the room
and you know you got to get the f+cking spoon
for the cream
ice cream
strawberry
and you know you bout to get the f+cking cherry
pop that sh+t like a motherf+cking cheery
it is red, aye
like blood, aye
and you know you in the streets like a thug, aye
and you know you like, ah, aye b+tch
and you know she tryna suck on my d+ck
[verse 4]
and you know she’s tryna suck on my d+ck
and you know she’s tryna suck on my d+ck
bad b+tch, pretty face and she thick
don’t need no makeup she don’t need lipstick
she said why all of my weed gotta stick
she said look at all the g’s that i’ve spent
look at the g’s that i’m with
we all counting cheese in the whip
tattoo’d z on her tit
life is a movie a clip
i’m lsd i make them trip
aced gang and we thoomin
y’all out here riding the wave
this is the path that i paved
i’m in this ’till my grave
living my life on a stage
you burnt like microwaves

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